Here is a game...
It might be a bit unusual for blog, but I guess we have all played it otherwise. We all will weave in a story.
Why do we do it? When we write a sentence, automatically our mind frames the second sentence. It will be interesting to see how others mind reacts to our sentence.
How we do it? Simple. I will start with a sentence. If you are the first person to stumble upon the post, leave a comment forming the next sentence.
The ones who come in later read till the last comment and comment for the next sentence. For each comment, I'll add a sentence too.
At the end of the week, I'll publish the story and link it up to all authors and contributors.
Hopefully we'll weave a beautiful story.
What do we get in the end? A beautiful story, and a post linking various contributors resulting in more traffic for each of us.
My sentence - "Finally it had stopped raining and sun shined in Mumbai sky after days of gloominess."
The game is over...read the story here
The game is over...read the story here
But still there was anguish in my heart and grief in my eyes.
ReplyDeleteI thought of those bygone days and wondered what went wrong
ReplyDeleteDid anything really go wrong - maybe we were never meant to be.
ReplyDeleteI clearly remember the day ,5 winters ago when we had steaming hot coffee together
ReplyDeleteAnd then . . . that stupid cat came into our lives.
ReplyDeleteOr should I call it the lucky cat?
ReplyDeleteWasnt it the reason we came close?
But afterall we were meant to be...
(It is turning out to be more interesting then I anticipated)
The cat was just the catalyst. Or was it?
ReplyDeleteFive years down the line, I am still undecided whether I should bless that cat or curse it to the hell.
ReplyDeleteI have decided, however, to bless him. Even though things didn't work out, we had fun and I learned a lot.
ReplyDeleteAnd today, as we stand together, united in one body at this cemetery, to bury Mr. BlackPaws, I can only say our journey - the journey of love, would have been utterly incomplete without him.
ReplyDeleteThe emptiness is felt, and the absence is amplified, tears leak down my eyes, and the day returns back to me.
ReplyDeleteThe days of fun, joy and love. Three of us, Mr. Blackpaws, her and me had been living together for last five years. It was a complete family, with he as the child that we never had or could have. Now with one gone, I do not know will we both hold on to each other together for long. Someone suggested, it was just a cat, you can adopt other but we know there wont be any other, there wont be any us.
ReplyDeleteWe were even advised to adopt a kitten from the near by pet store but the mere thought of replacing Mr. BlackPaws was an insult to his memory.
ReplyDeleteSo we went ahead and contacted an adoption center and in a few days we we the proud parent of tiny little 3 month old baby boy! We were so happy and ultimately I found peace.
ReplyDelete"Tap, tap, tap! Tap, tap, tap!" It must be the drizzle. "Tap, tap, tap!". My reverie was broken,and I realised with a start that someone was knocking at the door.
ReplyDelete" I slowly got up to open the door, only to find no one there. "
ReplyDeleteHowever, there was a package there. It was a courier from my son. Seeing this made me realize the number of years that have passed by since he came into our lives. He is now a grown man and we are his old parents.
ReplyDeleteWith excitement as well as nervousness in my heart, I took the packet (courier) from the delivery boy 'What will it be? A card or something else? My favourite book or a sketch straight from his heart'? My heart asked and started beating faster as I tried to open the parcel.
ReplyDeleteDropping by Writing on the go
I was both surprised and amused at the same time. It was a gold statue of the Egyptian cat-goddess Bastet. What an unusual gift, even for Ryan.
ReplyDeleteBut then, my archaeologist of a son had always been a peculiar one.
And the Gift found a very Unusual Place in my Home and in My Heart..I put up a Placard with the Statue showing the love and respect a Son from a son to his Parent's
ReplyDeleteThat evening when she returned from her work the first thing she noticed was the gift and the placard. For a while it once again took us down the memory lane, years of loosing Mr. Blackpaws, adopting Ryan and his growing up. I decided to place a call to Ryan next morning and then realised that I still didnt have his new number.
ReplyDeleteJust then the phone rang. Could that be? Hello Ryan.
ReplyDeleteBut the anxiety we felt over not being able to talk about it. And often when we felt alone we would call Ryan and feel suddenly better about our lives. But now it has been a while since we have spoken to him. I could see that I was probably dealing it better but her eyes couldn't stop staring at the gift over and over again. I had no choice I finally picked up the phone and dialed another number.
ReplyDeleteThe Number that we used to call him...But as I dialing the number my hand was shaking..Somehow I dialed the number and all these time her eyes was looking at me attentively...
ReplyDeleteThere was something wrong with that statue. I felt that it was staring at me... communicating in a sort of way. I didn't know what it was but I had a lingering feeling that something was not right; either with the cat or with Ryan - or perhaps both.
ReplyDeleteThe phone rang. Long enough for the dialtone to get completed. But there was no answer.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to try the number again but she stopped me. We both stood there, looking at the statue and it kept staring back at us. Slowly and steadily,we grew accustomed to its probing eyes. It no longer scared us. However, I still wanted to know where Ryan was, therefore I called his office to check.
ReplyDeleteNo one answered.. I dialed four more times. Turning to wards my table I fetched his visiting card from my wallet, to confirm the digits. It was the right number. Then why? ... I grew more anxious with every passing second with many questions and possibilities flashing in my mind.
ReplyDeleteThen I realized! All the phone lines in Cairo must be down because of the volatile situation due to recent political events.
ReplyDeleteOh my God! My son was stuck in a foreign country going through a bloody revolution!
As the realization struck, I needed the support of the table to stand. My legs turned to lead and my head swam with frightening thoughts.
She came close and held me steady. She gave me a glass of water and reminded me that it was just day before that we had spoken to Ryan and he was perfectly alright.
ReplyDeleteIt was warm in her arms.. But I still felt uneasy about the statue.. What was it.. Why did it feel that something's wrong?? I shifted again on my feet wondering what was making me anxious!
ReplyDeleteHer arms were reassuring, her shoulder strong. She was my strength and support. It was this love that had brought us together. Those had been difficult times just like today and we had found solace in each other's presence.
ReplyDeleteIt had been a big deal in those days, to come out of the closet and declare my homosexuality, but she had given me the strength to fight the world and that is when we had vowed to love each other and our child Ryan till the end of time.
Together today, I know that Mr. BlackPaws, whichever world he might be and our son, Ryan are happy that we are together and wish the very best for us and somewhere deep inside me I know that Ryan must be fine too.
ReplyDeleteThe game has come to an end.
You can read the story here at http://somethings-sugandha.blogspot.in/2013/07/mr-blackpaws-cat-or-catalyst-story-from.html