Monday, February 13, 2012

Creative Fiction: The Mouth Organ

You know that one romantic scene set in the autumn, with leaves falling all around a couple, who simply walk towards each other, oblivious of the entire world? Here's my attempt to recreate that. One of the first of my many scene renderings. Read on to enjoy.



The sky bled red, even as the sun died down in the west, behind the blocks of ill-maintained flats blackened with soot over the old paint coating. The breeze picked up, and with the dying warmth the city exuded, hit Naman on his face, and his eyes flickered but for a second. His focus was taken by the sight in front of him. A straight road lined on both sides with blossoming Amaltas trees, throwing long shadows alongside led to him, and surprisingly there was a lack of traffic as college students made their way back to their hostels, and the metro station.

Ladies walked by him, in groups and alone, talking on the phone, but Naman paid no mind to them, his eyes searching for the one woman who made his blood boil. And then he heard a distant thunder, as though a storm was coming. The breeze grew into a wind, and the sunlight dipped. The angry red in the sky was replaced by a sublime blue. And yet, there wasn't a sign of her. Naman cursed, tired of waiting, started walking down the road, looking for her.

He turned with the road, and now he couldn't see the buildings or the sun any more, but just the long road ahead of him. It was all there, a strong breeze, shaking the Amaltas blossoms off their branches and the scent of wet mud, the ripe signs of impending showers that cleansed the polluted city Naman called home and gave it a fresh tone. And yet something was missing, the picture looked incomplete to him.

He heard the thunder again, this time closer, and sped up. A leaf brushed his face, and Naman instinctively closed his eyes. He opened them, a second later, and stopped dead on his tracks. There she was, on the other end of the road, standing, eyes locked into his, as he drank in the whole picture in front of him. Now it seemed perfect - A strong breeze, carrying the Sona Chur blossoms and dancing with them, and showering them all around them, as though laying the yellow blossoms as a carpet welcome given to a new bride as she walks onto the alter. She stirred first, and started walking towards him, prompting him to do the same, though he wasn't quite out of his reverie.

People walked around him, and blurred around her, but to Naman, it seemed as though everyone was going too fast, not enjoying life, the way they were. His lips curved to a smile, a smile of content, as the breeze disturbed her hair so a single strand fell on her cheek. He loved watching her lift it and tuck it away behind her ears, even though she knew it was going to happen again. The wind lifted her dupatta, and it swayed, as though its own person, oblivious to its owner. Those amber eyes were locked into his, her smile growing with each step she took towards him. Naman suddenly felt very conscious of himself, and wondered if he looked presentable.

She reached him, and they both looked at each other for a long instant, and he started drowning in the golden reaches of her eyes. A single drop of rain on his nose brought him out of it, and she blushed for some reason, making him smile all over again. She had never looked so beautiful, even in his imagination, and he wanted to kiss her, right there. She quickly took her dupatta, and wrapped it around her head, and made to run to some cover, before it started pouring. Naman immediately held her hand, and asked, "Aren't you forgetting something you owe me?"


She looked at him, irritated, and then dug into her bag, and came up with a mouth organ, with the initials n.m engraved into it. Thrusting it into his hands, she asked, "What's the hurry, you going to play it right now?" Naman looked at the organ, and then back at her, said, "Well, there's a much better mouth organ in my sights, which I would like to play with, if you don't mind." and pulled her into a kiss. Her eyes widened in surprise, and now there were two pools he was drowning into.

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