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The Creaking Chair - Part II

06 January 1998 I was almost enticed to skip my daily ritual, My bath with cold water at 5 in the morning I haven't failed for the last 63 years,but once... Though i must accept, there were a few close calls, once when Anne added ice cubes into the bucket.. What laugh she had at the site of my horrid face, dripping with water,shivering, I had rushed out of the bath to have my revenge... 12  January  1956 - If you wish to humour yourself with the details... Now that I mention the singular ocassion when I did skip the routine,I must elaborate.. I doubt I had time for a diary entry that day!! I'm sure had I even tried it,Kashish would have killed me, She was already furious over my morning act of stupidity... When she had been angry on me for the first time, she had innocently added salt into my tea,for sugar.. And had stood by,watching me spue,stone faced, but I had the best chocolate cake that afternoon... The next time I rac


1.  I saw him sitting there, he had that awe in his eyes, it was nascent... A bud ready to open, bubbling with inherent inquisitiveness, to ask,to conquer, to learn... A kindergarten kid, in the kindergarten swing, I saw him, the origin of curiosity.... 2. As he peeked beyond the curtain, into the silhouette of her shadow.. To catch just a glimmer of her face, he was already under the spell, the cupid never saw his full face, only an instant's meeting of eyes was all that was needed... The fair in some urban land,saw that day, the origin of Love.... 3. The limousine rolled onto the red carpet, with glamour and paparazzi  all around, This seemed like a childhood dream come true, he was still not sombre from the night's champagne, he never could handle drinks,however light, she had always told him... But today was the day of celebrations, an academy award demanded confetti.... The world saw that day, the origin of Success... 4. She sat there,  silently weeping in the cocoon o


The untamed rawness of the youth with its fervor of hot blood rushed through his head,at those words... I can not allow the timid feelings of love to tether me from appealing to my dreams.. It would just be fretful care, of the native beauty that has seen and felt the pain of fellow maidens  as they cried in the courtyard, for men they loved who died in the battlefield.... Its a decision she said,you make its you as my lover, or you as a soldier... now or never.... 3 months since then, He stood facing the 13th battalion... His mate ventured too far, now stranded alone,around enemy fire, should he risk his self, or should he stay behind the barracks... The choice, he realised he had made that fateful day  in the farms of Punjab, when she had cried... the choices were always the same... now or never... -Ashk