Room 212

Room 212

A Story by Mayur Sadhu

The sun was on the edge of horizon, the rays diverging from the source of life, with its futile effort still illuminated the sky with streaks of white and orange strokes of light, with clouds giving the dusk a picturesque effect, the swiftly flowing breeze made the palm leaves dance on their tunes. The birds fluttered their wings, flying back to their brooding place. The swiftly flowing stream too was glittering with the reflection of the colorful streaks emerging from the Almighty sun. The mother duck lead her off-springs to swum back to their abode. The couples sat on the bank of stream, hand in hand, head clipped on shoulder, silently exchanged words audible only to them, words preached by love, words used by the inhabitants of the world created by them.
But apart from those, away from the lovely wild, screams emerged out from the room 212 of The Hayatt Regency. The room was filled by the screams of two sexes, verbally accusing each other for something. Moreover the room was overflown by the cursing of each other.
"What happened! Why are you furious on me!", he asked.
"Why shouldn't I! God has given us everything, but we have nothing!", she screamed out.
"What! I can't get you!", he asked trying to match her decibles.
"We were supposed to leave for Italy today!"
"But I had a meeting planned today!"
"And what about the planning we both had done a year back! And whats more fustrating is that you have cancelled the tickets, without even letting me know!", she cried out, and broke down.
"But, I had an important meeting today! We can go someday else!", he said softly, as he tried to console her.
"No, we can't! Today is my birthday, and you have promised me that no matter what happens, we will out for a vacation, and you have ruined it all. Atleast you have told me that you have one meeting coming up, I may have understood your situation!", she said sobbing hard.
"Yeah, I know! But look at the profit of this meeting! If we get this deal done, our future is set!", he said, trying to life her face.
"For how many times, I told you live for the present, earn for the present, no one knows what the future has in store for us!", she said.
Suddenly, from a gust of cursing, the room was now filling up with emotions. He couldn't stand her crying, crying for his deed. His eyes was filling up with tears, as he eloped her, trying to console her, trying to stop her precious tears, and finally he spoke out.
"What do you want from me?"
"I want nothing from you, just a little time!", she said, and hugged him back, tightly.

© 2013 Mayur Sadhu


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Very sad, but very touching I love that! =)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mayur Sadhu

11 Years Ago

thanks...
The age old conflict of man and woman is narrated rather finely and with lot of sensitivity by you. So you understand what women are all about! I like that. Please keep up the good work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mayur Sadhu

11 Years Ago

thanks...

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Mayur Sadhu
Mayur Sadhu

Burdwan, Hinduism, India



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