Sunday, March 21, 2010

Is it really the end..??

She opened the lock of her studio apartment. She took one step inside and stood there, thinking. Right in front of her was an apartment which she had turned into her home, away from all the people she ever knew. She had spent hell lot of green bucks on this house that was built in mere 20 days. She didn't earn much to be able to afford an entire appartment to herself. But this one, showed how much effort she had actually put in. And today, standing at the entrance of her small world, she felt miserable.

Buring with rage, she slammed the door shut behind her.

She wanted to tear the upholstery and pull down the curtains. The vases, the Lladro pieces, the Swaroski crystal items, all these that costed her a fortune, she wanted to smash each one of them. The shattering noise that they would produce, perhaps will be able to ease her pain. Her hands itched to grasp the wooden chairs and hit them on the ground so as to break them into pieces as they do in the action movies.

Such was her anger that she could have destroyed her own appartment.

Helpless, she walked into the balcony. She pushed the thought of jumping and ending her life because she knew that nothing would happen to her if she fell from the second floor. If it hadn't  been for the lousy and money mided owner, she would have surely bought that apartment on the 10th floor. She regretted her decision now. A suicide could have been easier.

She sighed.

And it was then she spotted him.

He saw her too. He smiled.

His smile and the glee in his eyes did wonders to her.

She smiled back.

She didnt know his age, but he didnt look too old. It was then she realised how much she loved him. He always made her forget the emptiness she carried with herself. Its been six months since she first saw him. In his balcony. With his mother. And today, he stood right there. This time, without his mother. He looked at her. And then he pointed his index finger towards the sky. She looked up.

She sighed again. But this time it was a sigh of relief. A sigh which made herself gear up and swiftly forget the grey areas of her past.

Silently, she thanked the 3 year old kid who made her smile. Or perhaps he was just 2.

33 comments:

  1. How sweet! That's a very sweet and encouraging story.

    :)

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  2. aw, this is such a touching story..:)
    looking forward to reading more fiction by you! i like!

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  3. Great work madam chanz!!
    It was an awesome piece.
    No one in the world can't stop a smile while watching a kid smiling.
    Its a kind of magic which the smile creates..:)

    Cheers

    Nuts

    p.s. Keep smiling,,

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  4. chhaa gaye tussi toh...
    thha thaa..

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  5. wow...excellent...maja aa gaya boss!!!

    Its refreshingly sweet

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  6. Very nice :)
    Loved the flow and the positive end.

    Keep'em coming :)

    Cheers!!

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  7. little ray of hope :) I like it! :D

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  8. alls well that ends well!

    Sweet happy ending...

    BTW the 10th floor can be a real pain if the liftz out of order!

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  9. @ Mehak : Thanks a ton, sweety.
    I too enjoy writing fiction. :)

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  10. @ TBG : awwwww.. I am so glad you liked it.. "encouraging" is a big word.. :)

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  11. @ Sid : Isnt it refreshing.. I too thought so.. :)

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  12. @ @ease : happy that u like it :)

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  13. @ NIpun : I know.. Its beautiful. You can never be angry when u see a kid smiling. Even if the little kid is a stranger, he will give a smile like he knew yoiu since forever..

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  14. @ Chatterbox : :)

    btw, welcome to my blog..

    Hope to see you again..

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  15. @ Saurabh : Hehehe... the pipe would be a good option.. :P

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  16. @ Supriya : Absolutely..!! :)

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  17. Beautiful Chanz. Just Beautiful. Such simplistic thought captured in beautiful words.

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  18. awww....awww...awww...2nd floor flats dammit...cant even kill urself!!!

    luvd da concept...i wonder y kids never make me smile...am i a moron!!

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  19. Simple and Sweet :)
    Looking at a kid surely makes you smile and when they reach out to you and hold your finger, the touch is so unconditional.

    Beautiful once again babe !!!

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  20. @ Sakshi : Glad, you liked it.. :)

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  21. @ Shivani : Thanks honey..!! :)

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  22. @ Bf : lol.. no, you are not a moron.. but definitely blind..! :D

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  23. kind of motivating story...good write up...

    :)

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  24. Hi!
    Chanz, liked ur concept and style it had the flow to keep the reader glued,nothing in the world can spread a smile other than the innocent smile of a child, well thought write up

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  25. A simple, yet cheering story...Loved it!

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  26. wow... such a wonderful story....

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  27. awesome thoughts put forward in a beautiful way..

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