BackPunch

Living all alone had taken a toll on her. She left for work at 9am and reached home at 6pm. Her parents were in Vizag. She came to Pune to achieve her dream of working in a media company. She wasn’t alone 6 months back. She had a boyfriend. He died. Mukfiya still believed that his spirit lived in the house. She went into depression but music brought her back. She had witnessed his death right in front of her eyes. The image of him looking at her and crossing the road and hit by a speeding truck is one of the dumbest climaxes for a love story. He died on the spot. She fainted, which was pretty obvious. She didn’t go to work for 2 months. The sheer fact that the landlord would throw her out if she delays paying the rent forced her to join back. She just dragged herself and always stopped when an Ashok Leyland crossed. She couldn’t believe the fact that she was doing such things considering the practical girl she was. She was 24. He died 22. Her life had become ...

“His touch had the mesmerizing feel of a million feathers. I always thought if it hadn’t been for him my life would have been empty. He added a colour to my life. A colour no one could erase. The way he seduced me by his touch made me live life in a cocoon of dreams. I just didn’t want to come out of that cocoon. When he lay on me, I just wish I had glue to keep him attached to me always. We had our own set of differences. At times when he touched me it felt like he would rip me off but then he would return with his seductive feather touch. The one thing I always admire about him is the knowledge which keeps flowing out. I sometimes wonder how lucky I am to have a lover like him. There have been days when we haven’t met. The understanding person he is, communication gap never affects our relationship. My friends keep warning me that he will dump me for someone else. I never see that happening because I’m sure he is not that kind of a person. Although we don’t speak much, the fa...