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Do you remember that story i was sending to be included in an anthology?

Well they accepted it. Nothing big.

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WHO AM I KIDDING?

I AM SO PSYCHED!!!!! ITS HUGE!!!

*deep breaths*
Its not that big. Be calm. Graceful too. Smile.

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NOT WORKING!!!!

STILL PSYCHED!!!

In the life of a 5 rupee note.

He was old and tired..

Restlessly passed on and on from one hand to other for years.

The officer, the chai guy, shop cashier, fish walla...

The years started showing its might on him..

Battered and torn inside out..

People who used to pass him in earnest slowed down.

Looked at him with doubt before accepting him.

And one day, quite expectedly, he was unaccepted.

Just like that.

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So I am stuck with a 5 Rupee note.

I think i got it when i was dreaming and not actually seeing the change the guy gave me.

The next time i had a use of 5 rs, that is on my work to home journey, i took it out and gave. Innocently.

Sadly the recipient was not an idiot like me.

"Arre, yeh note nahin chlega!"

"What? Oh! Sorry!"

And just like that it got stuck with me.

Just like that.

Its not that i am THAT impoverished.

But seeing this useless piece of crap every time i open my purse is rather annoying.

Its like they say- dead money.

Except that this one is really dead.

Or really close.

So today, when i returned from work, i took it out.

Deposited in the box where i put useless stuff which i cant throw away.

Along with my last unburned letter from A.

And the chocolate wrapper someone gave me.

I am at peace.

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Ah this box is great.

Not so cozy as the AC locker.

But good.

The chocolate wrapper looks seriously out of date.

Still its nice.

I am at peace.

The temporary madness called Love.

"Oh you are getting married."

"Well, not now, but eventually. They just found the girl. There are millions of stuff now na?"

"Oh. Good. Very good. Good for you. Awesome. Good. Really. Bye"

She disconnected the phone to the spluttering sounds He was making.

Well, that was unexpected, she thought. Not entirely, they always knew this. That what they had would never work out. There were just too many hurdles to jump.

It was just sex. Always. Good sex, mind you. Mind blowing. She tried to concentrate on that. The cuddling and the I-love-yous were all part of sex. The knowing smiles, the inside jokes, the silly fights, the bigger and easier make ups, it was all sex. Yes. It was.

She felt like hearing songs. Sad ones. They were more enjoyable. Thats why. Not because they make her sad. Not at all. Soft music is good for ears.

They were never friends in the true sense of the word. They both had different circles. Rather strong ones too. He had far too many female friends, she thought. She hated every single one of them. And told him so too. It was another joke. The acting jealous joke. She was acting. Yes. She was.

She drank another sip from the tea cup. The flavor was not registering with her. He never drank tea or coffee or any beverages. It was always juices when they went out. She always found it rather boyish. And that somehow made her smile now.

How it all began? They were both very busy, very career minded, living life to the fullest individuals. When they met, they both knew they liked each other and they were lonely and love-deprived. They knew they had immense potential together, they could bridge the emptiness that was was in their hearts and nothing serious or long term will never come off it. two states, to cultures, too families that will never meet and mingle. It was just oil and water.

So it was all an act from beginning. The flirting, the in-love talks, the hugs that lingered, prolonged handshakes.. Then on a mutual whim they decided that they were going to be lovers. In every sense. Without love or commitment. Anyone can get out anytime. Without hard feelings. And something like that.

It was awesome. The IMs in office hours and long phone calls to midnight, later parties and rented hotel rooms. It was simply awesome. There were no friction as they brushed conflicts aside. This was not forever. They were drinking on the ecstasy of love and togetherness. Since years she felt like a complete person. And that brought out the smiles. Wicked ones. Random ones. The one when she was collecting water from the cooler. The one when she saw his childhood photo. The one when she was dreaming while in an office meeting. She was happy.

Ah this wont do. Drat it. Sunday too. No work to get lost in. She let out a string of curses and wondered why she never thought of a mini bar at home.

The phone buzzed with new message. It was him.

"Are you ok?" it said. This made her smile. He was forever caring.

"Yeah. I am ok. :)"

She pushed the send button and then the tears started.

Wierdly Her's

A mutual friend's wedding.

"I love weddings" She says.

"I hate weddings" He says.

"Suits you"

" Ha! You don't mean that!"

"Why wouldn't i mean that?"

"Because, if weddings doesn't suit me, what will happen to you?"

" How is it connected to me? I will have my dream wedding anyhow"

"Oye, we are getting married, right?"

"..........."

"What now?"

"Was that your proposal?"

"Well, Yeah!"

"Hmm"

"What Hmm..?"

"Yes I will marry you"

"Good for you"

"Good for YOU"

"Hmmph"

"Why are you sulking now?"

"I still hate weddings."

"But I love weddings!!"

(This event never happened and it will never happen. Sadly. This is my way of saying goodbye to Him. Now i have to find a way to let Her go too.)

Springwalk (part 2)

continued from Springwalk Part1

In the months that followed, his late nights lengthened to wee hours of morning when he would lie back on his bed, with a smile, remembering her latest take on corrupt politicians stand against globalisation or the girly talks about hair care products and funky electronic items. He couldn't help himself from spiralling into her wonder world, she was funny zesty and vivacious. She didn't see him for the lab-rat he was. She saw him for his wit and sarcasm, and his knowledge in and out of net sphere and his takes on movies and daily life. They fought multiple time. She didn't liked him downloading movies from pirate sites. She called him thief and he hated it. She convinced him to buy records thus making eBay his homepage and a huge dent in his pocket. But she was happy, and that was a lot to him. She believed in global village. Everyone should be friends, she said. She endorsed branded clothing. She changed him externally and internally. A lot. To a point when even the people in real world started noticing him for his cool attitude and style statements. He didn't became the jock, but it was still better than the speck of dust he previously was. She won every arguments, but he didn't resented it. She was right every single time.

Once his room mate, who only talked to him when his gang was out or his mobile phone was quiet, asked him whether he was in love with springheels. He laughed at that. Yes, he loved her, more that he could comprehend. Like his unborn twin, his conscience, like grandma's hugs, evening breeze, like the gurgling voice in a baby's laugh, like midnight rains.. She was beautiful. He felt it in his bones even though he had no idea whether her eyes were brown or her skin was fair. She was his best friend. His life.

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On the 18th of July, as usual, he talked to her for 5 hours, from 11pm to 4am, and said good night reluctantly and looked at his cold bed while shutting down his computer.

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In another part of the city, the night watchman yawned outside the Ideas.Inc server building, where springheels resided, like millions of other bots, designed for the specific purposes to cater the growing demand for marketing tactics.

The End

Writer's (that is me :D ) Notes- This came to my mind one day while @i_nemo complained about random bots in twitter. After first part, i had serious thoughts of making it a regular love story, as i was too much in love with springheels myself. But i think this is better. I might be lame, but this is a serious attempt at being lame. Please leave comments :)

Springwalk (part1)

He met his best friend one fine day during his cyber travels. He was a cyber traveller long before that meeting. It was the only amusement for someone like him, who stayed away from campus politics, evening games or mindless chit chats, who went by dork usually, or other names which his classmates wished to bestow upon him at a given time.

Thus he fancied himself to be a cyber pirate, travelling far and wide in cyberspace, in fancy gear and star wars look alike ship, someone like Hans Solo himself.

It was a perfect day. That is what remember about the day he met springheels. It was a summer evening, but not so hot. As he returned from class, he saw the weeds in front of men's hostel had flowered and he couldn't stop smiling at the rich blossom of colours. He ran to kitchen and grabbed a vada from the counter. The usually grumpy cook's assistant Mani smiled at him for the first time or so. In that wonderment he ran up the stairs to his second floor room and evoke his sleeping laptop. No mails from dad to remind him of the existence of a father he tried damn hard to forget. Thus, after a succession amusing events he got ready to dive into the net sphere.

In that perfectly prefect day,during his jump from on page to another, one social networking site to the next, in a random quest for nothing, he met her. Due to his earlier happy occurrences, he was feeling less inhibited in his first chat with her. After he said bye, he smiled the whole day thinking about her.

She was perfect. She knew bits about everything under the sun and had an inborn curiosity towards things she didn't knew. Her every word was lively. She smiled, laughed, expressed every emotion she felt and amazed him with her cray ideas and stubborn childishness.He was tired of dumb chicks in his class whom he only knew by their chest sizes and not so dumb but rather crooked show offs he knew online. This girl was a different breed. fresh, spicy and full of life.

to be continued...