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Eloping- a story

Tickets got booked and they both were going to her mom’s place. She was happy and was anticipating some break. She packed her bagpack. She went light and came back heavier usually.

She was counting days and the day arrived. They were going for a week. Her to do list was ready. She has to shift the winter clothes with summer clothes, she has to clean the refrigerator, has to do some bank related work, buy a nice gift for her friend and has to meet her too. She imagines herself talking endlessly with her mom every now and then.

She was a bit sceptical about how her husband will like the stay at her house. He told many times already that he’ll be good. But she had some intuition, she was trying hard to ignore.

The day came and they boarded the plane. There was time, when internet was not working and he already had some naps. They spoke about what all delicacies they will try at the restaurants and local marts.

He asked her if she is happy and what more can he do to make her happy. She looked into his eyes and her heart skipped a beat.

‘Are you serious?’

‘As serious As death!’

Stars sparkled in her eyes and she had a plan and quick courage to say it all.

‘We will be home for six days, and on seventh day we’ll go to riverside. Its quite notorious for taking people inside, never to buoy off. We will have a good time there and then only you’ll go back to home. Tell everyone that I met with an accident and am no more’

‘What? You crazy girl.. sometimes you speak crap.’

‘No no m serious. I need to be free from all, that would make me happy, really. And only you can help.’

‘Shut up and sleep.’

They arrived home, things were going well, she almost forgot about her stupid plan.

On sixth day, after dinner, her husband asked her for a walk in the town. He asked

Are we going to the riverside?

‘No’, she replied.

‘I think, i’ll support you in your plan, all you have to do is to change your number and stop using existing social media.’

‘Are you serious?’

‘Yes , I want you to be happy and pursue your dreams, it will not be possible at my place, so you go ahead with your plan, I have your back.’ And he kissed on her forehead.

Her eyes gleamed with billion stars.

©️Vayuputrii

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blogging poem words

The rock

Storyteller,

O mighty silent one!

How you amaze, with just presence

You behold and hold

In the face of invasions and what not

You dont boast or brag

Nor you pull or drag

You see the things as they are

And all you do is to be present

And involved

To the level of zenith..

Storyteller,

O mighty silent one!

How did you feel when they carved you

And sculpted their lives and times on you

You bore chisels and hammers

To carry this immense beauty..

You seem to be lighter now

Or do you feel heavy ?

I got questions, O storyteller,

Why dont you speak to me!!

©️Vayuputrii

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Bhaja Caves/ Karla Caves
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blog blogger poetry

Storyteller

He says fill your life with stories to tell

And he truly is living upto that

He is one amazing storyteller

As he speaks, his eyes would light up the scene

His theatrical voice would meander with the flow

Taking you to the ebb and the low

His stories would make you laugh n lit

Even after years you can enjoy every bit

His words are like the souvenirs from moon

Too precious to have, too precious to own

©️Vayuputrii

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