Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

    " The story goes forward through the technique of Stream of Consciousness : I saw a drop was rolling on her cheek, I moistened my little finger and the drop gave me the warm of her true statement and affection. i was so regretfully sorry that I couldn't solace her. she smiled at me and was going ; she stopped near the door and turned her face, smiled and said -- Vim! don't take it otherwise . 
   Through out the night she was smiling in my heart.  
____ Stream of Consciousness : In this technique writer depicts the random flow of thoughts through the minds of the characters.As awareness is nonverbal so the interest is paid only on the inner flow of thoughts and worldly affairs are subsided so the text created may be ungrammatical and disordered but writer attempts to arrange all thoughts in order or creating harmony. Single event , pattern of thought and concerning tone may be colloquial or a series or stream of dialogues emerged through the minds of characters in the form of dramatic monologues rather Interior Monologues.
     _______ Story : When The Girl Smiles:  I was weeping in the corner . There was tempest in my brain , I couldn't hold it. I felt a palm on my head , my head took up with plain face. Nightingale murmured the melodious Coo Ku Coo Ku ; a stone was shot in the chest of ocean creating the rings of waves. The crater burst suddenly expelling the lava of warm salty water through the rosy eyes. I embraced her hiding my rosy eyes in her breast. I was teasing my face in her breast and her heart was soaking my warm water. Her hand was banging my back gently. Her heart was counting my moaning , her heart's beating was gratifying my moaning. Her fingers were smoothing my restless hairs. she whispered  - Vimal! why are you weeping? Please don't weep for heaven's sake because your mother is very sad seeing your condition. It doesn't matter that you couldn't come in the order of merit of successful candidates of the examination of medical college Varanasi. You did the your best so you would have satisfaction. 
     But Prit ! my application form of Goa Medical College has been returned also without giving any proper reason. I am ruined Prit, I am ruined - My voice was flopping. 
    Vimoo! I know that it was your last attempt for admission in medical college . But Vimoo ! " A man is not defeated but may be destroyed." I know Vimoo ! that your situation is now like that old man , who was unlucky , for eighty four days , in fishing and next day he went in to the sea and hooked a dolphin ; he loved the dolphin but he wanted to kill him ; who was stronger than he, but a shark first of all ate the flesh of the dolphin then a number of sharks made the munching into the sea and ate at last ,he obtained the huge skeleton of the dolphin and nothing else. Pleas let the past bury the dead , it is no use of crying over split milk. 
    I was fascinated , she cleared my face with handkerchief .  She smiled at me very gently , I felt lightness , the strain of my face was washed. She was going but my sight was persuading her step. 
     I received a letter of my brother . He wrote that I was quite late and it was impossible to get admission in course of  Biochemistry . I was in the thunder of mentally disturbance .  It was Prit , who was smiling at me , I was feeling that thunder was smiling at me because I was pity in her hand in the dark wood ; suddenly it was lightening in my brain ; i saw the novel ' Great Expectation' in her hand, an idea was there . what are you thinking -- she said. 
    Prit! I am thinking that I must join MA English Literature and after MA I must do preparation of IAS -- I said. 
    Wonderful idea ! it is a good idea -- she exclaimed. I joined MA and wrote a letter to my brother .  In reply he wrote that he was glad with me as I was getting warm of the sagacity . He suggested me many postulates about study . He wrote a letter to his friend also who was lecturer of English Literature in our college and requested that he would mind to teach me and Pritee in tuition . However I joined the MA but I was irregular in the classes because other classmates made me bore and nervous. They used to say to me that i would join MSc but not MA . Divakar who was my classmate and neighbor , he only encouraged me . Prit was doing MA privately . Chadda Sir came daily in the evening at 7 PM and went by 9 PM . Prit and myself ysed to sit beside each other and Chadda sir started teaching. I had no book so I looked after book of Prit. Chadda sir was teaching us Milton's Paradise Lost Book 1 . He scolded me much due to lack of my book. I was ashamed before Prit but I always hesitated to buy the book then Prit would comment on my book and would praise of her book. I requested many times her , ever she would mind to go with me in order to buy the books but she always neglected it. Chadda sir read the quotation : " The mind is its own place and in itself / We can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven." 
I encouraged much to read the Paradise Lost. I never wanted to fetch inferiority complex before any person. Prit was in ignorance  that I had bought many books and was preparing notes also. Ever Divakar also came to join the tuition . But he was a dandy and mischievous boy , he never minded the study. 
     Prit wanted to lend me the novel' Tess of the D'Urberville ' but I didn't take the novel from her because she always smiled at me and considered herself very intelligent; no doubt she was intelligent but I couldn't tolerate the complex of her proud , beauty and intelligence. I read 'Tess' secretly and then I read ' Wuthering Height'. what was the novel , I never forget it, I can never forget the immortal love of Heathcliff and Catherine. I wanted to lend it to Prit but she didn't take it from me. Chadda sir taught us the 'Rape of the Lock' and I got an idea that I would cut the lock of proud of Prit. 
   I was seeing Prit from my balcony , she was coming to me and I was singing a song slowly and softly -- " I love you, oh ! my darling can't see you." Suddenly my singing was interrupted . It was prit who was smiling at me, standing behind me. I blushed and couldn't stand before her and sank into my chair. 
    divakar came two days continuously and told Prit that I was intending to appear in the premedical examination following year or I would take admission in MSc Biochemistry . I didn't come two days because I was busy in the Seiection or Audition of All India Youth Festival. As I came on the third day . Prit was angry with me ; she said to me, " whether I wrote the explanation with reference of the given passages."  
     Nay, I didn't, I was absent hence it doesn't matter -- I said. Sir asked, " why was you absent for a period of two days ? " 
    I 'm sorry sir. sir asked, 'you have to appear in the examination , haven't you?'  Prit said, ' Sir, he want to take drop in the examination.'  
     Sir was angry with me and preached me a beautiful ideals. But Prit was smiling in my brain and her breast was leaning through the breath of intelligence . Sir went , Prit said -- she was agree to go with me to buy the books and she wanted to help me in all respect of study. But I kept mum and saw her with plain face. she was smiling at me . She said to me  further very gently -- whether I wanted her help. But i went from her and smoked ten cigarettes in chain. 
       We didn't talk to each other for fifteen days. Divakar many times asked for our silence but i didn't say a word. One day chadda sir didn't come , we were waiting , it was 7:30 pm but Chadda sir didn't come. We were alone in the burial room ; no word was showing vitality. We were feigning study but we saw each other time to time at a glance rather peeked ; once our glance came to a same moment and we turned our face immediately. Our consciences were restless , sounds were dancing in our mouths and our lips vibrated without voice. From my throat interrupted word came , it was flopping -- P..r..i...t . She gazed at my face in response . I felt the gruesome melancholy was in her face. Her eyes were giving a shower over my turbid picture washing it clear. My heart was jumping in to my mouth. 
              Prit are you angry with me ? -- I asked. Nay i 'm n't angry with you -- she answered. We are mistaken prit ! I am in great puzzle what have I to do ; but I know next year I will go to Bombay  because my brother wants that I must prepare a good temperament for IAS Examination so that we mustn't engage quarrel between us. We must consider each other . she was near weeping. Nay Vimoo ! I am n't engaging quarrel with you. I want to be friendly with you . Your nature is rude so I didn't talk you. actually I want to help you vim ! believe in me -- she said. 
     I saw a drop was rolling on her cheek , I moistened my little finger and the drop gave me the warm of true statement and affection. I was so regretfully sorry that I couldn't solace her. she smiled at me and was going ; she stopped near the door and turned her face , smiled again and said -- Vim ! don't take it otherwise . Throughout the night she was smiling in my heart. 
      It was March i went to Bombay for preparation of the examination because examination would be held in April . I received a letter of my younger brother , he wrote that Prit's father had been transferred to madras . I shocked much but I know that Prit would come to Nagpur for appearing in the examination. 
     I came back to appear in the examination . I searched for Prit but i didn't get any news . I didn't see Divakar also . It was 25th April I was looking at the door sitting on my seat. Oh God! It was Prit , she was searching for her Roll number , she came to me I asked -- Prit where are you staying?  
    In the home of Smirityi Singh -- she responded and sat behind me . Oh it was chance that her roll Number was 7 whereas my roll Number was 6 . After one hour , she pushed her , I looked behind , she was smiling at me but I was writing a quotation of Sir Patric Spence in support of the dejection of Coleridge during the period , when he wrote ' Dejection Ode' : Late,late yestreen I saw the new moon/ With old moon in her arm and/ I fear my martyr dear / We shall have a deadly storm. 
         She went early from the examination hall with Smiriti Singh who was appering in the examination of Anthropology.
                  Divakar kept his hand on my shoulder . Aye! Divakar what's your roll number ; when did you come in the examination hall ? -- I asked. My roll Number is 3 and I came five minutes late in the examination hall. divakar laughed at me very loudly and asked me that " Prit didn't slap me?' 
       why ? -- I cried. He was laughing at me for a pretty long time , then he said to me -- you chap ! wrote on her note book -- ha! ha! ha! -- " yours tender lips, I wish to kiss/ Oh my darling come to me / yours intoxicate eyes , I drink vibe dim" then---- hoo! ha! hoo! ha! ; you wrote  -- May i say ! I love you honestly in spite of writing it in my diary. You know you went to Bombay without informing us and it was your luck that Chadda sir didn't come that day otherwise she would complain to Chadda sir . She was weeping and first asked me whether I wrote that stanza ? I said --- No. She was weeping. Vim! " I will slap you, Smiriti laughed at me very much reading that stanza --- she said. She was pulling her hair lock.  I said -- " Pritee! you can't slap Vim! because he has gone to Bombay slapping you without voice."  
       After a week then she went to Madras -- Divakar said to me.  " what had I done ? I had to do frankly before her." 
          It was 30th April ; we were busy with our writings in examination hall . I put off sandals and folded my legs backward, my soles were bare . after one hour I felt a gentle pressure on both the soles .  Aye! it was feet of Prit , which were creating tickling in my soles. My fingers stopped for a moment ,a current of ecstasy was dancing on the rhythm. Her feet couraged to create a current of ecstasy in my hairs for three times. That day she went early with Smiriti . I was in great mentally disturbance.  
      It was 4 May , during examination , I softly called her Prit , P.r..i..t but no response was given. She was going with Smiriti ; I was persuading her and was smoking a cigarette . She turned her face and smiled at me. Smiriti was also smiling  at me but I went away from them. I knew Smiriti was nagging me because she wanted to lift me once in her car but I refused and two times she brought my books , 'Hamlet' and 'Sons and Lovers' ; she was angry with me because I returned her envelope before Divakar in which an invitation card of a marriage was enclosed , which was left among the leaves of the novel ' Sons and lovers' . 
      It was 8th april , and it was our last paper of Fiction in examination. after one hour I felt her feet on my bare soles that day also. I felt a good moment , she was rubbing her feet gently on my bare soles . It was fifteen minutes to over the examination ; she was continue in rubbing my soles through her feet tenderly ; how was the exult in feeling . I stopped the writing and fastened her feet through my legs folding them backward and kept both the my soles on her bare and tender feet respectively. She also stopped writing and I fastened her legs for a pretty long time . It was raining in the mood of cat and dog but as the bell went the mood of the cat and dog of the rain also went. She was going quickly and I was persuading her but the belt of my sandal tore automatically. And how I wanted to leave her ; I was persuading her giving a friction to my sandal. She stopped before Smiriti who was waiting for her. Both were smiling at my plain face. they called a rickshaw suddenly and rickshaw was running speedily. There was no rickshaw for me so I couldn't pursue  them. Any how i arrived to home and put on rain shoes and left the home immediately to search for Prit and Smiriti . It was raining in the mood of cat and dog again and thunder was roaring and lightening was dancing. I was not aware of them , i had only one question in my mind ; where would be they? I was pushed by any body ; it was Divakar who rode on the scooter and he was pushing the horn ; it was echoing in my mind then i woke up from my thought. I was wet much and stood in the compound of Vijai Shree Talkies ; movie Julie was screened in four shows . I don't know when divakar brought two tickets and invited me to watch the movie. We sat in the balcony but my eyes where seeing the smiling face of Prit and nagging face of Smiriti on the screen. I couldn't tolerate the song -- " My heart is beating...." I went out of the talkies whereas Divakar didn't know. 
           I received a letter which i gave Divakar to send that any how to Prit but he wasn't successful. He wrote that he tried much for my sake and asked for her address Smiriti also but she didn't tell . He was sorry . That day I wanted to go Madras ; I went to Santa cruze and asked for ticket but no flight was there. At last  I left the idea to go Madras. 
           In night I was reading my letter which I wrote to prit and Divakar redirected it to me. 
                 My Alter-ego, 
                      Perplexity compels me to write a valentine to you. In cage of some external filigree of your fellows , my conscious and conscience both were captured so that i couldn't exhibit my strain to you and i put it in a dark alley. No, light can penetrate the darkness of that alley. i want a feeble locus of the light of your eyes which may impart some freshness upon my face; which is impregnated with the veins of strain. You wanted to slap me for exhibition which would fetch a great exult for you ; but Paramour ! Thou slapped me without voice, without exhibition , i can't express the impulse of slap.  
    It was adversity for us that we were mistaken . Actually I have come from a suffocating atmosphere and thought that every eve and every lad told the story of frustration in love.  They always told the philosophy of selfishness . I was afraid of whether I was following the maxim  -- " From the frying pan into the fire. " Because I observed it in my environment and my experience says --- " Now I know a friend / who resembles a black airplane / knowing only drink the honey passion/ then knocking the cup / and flying her way." 
        I was compelled to go to my brother without informing you because the program was made suddenly. But if you would ask me  -- what had I written in your notebook ? I would confess darling ! no doubt. But I wouldn't scare of your slapping because I know  -- if any maid slaps any lad then she slaps herself hearty and her dejection says  --- there is sympathy behind the curtain of antipathy. That's all right that you would slap me as i was told but as you would slap me, the burst of lava of tears would begin to flow with a great tempest from your heart and your soul would be stirred; but my innocent heart would solace you through my tenderness , through my gratification and through my jocund image . " Darling ! in my heart, red spots of fire are ignited with cracking and the red spots are more red than your tender lips; if you can't extinguish them then please emblazon them giving redness of your lips. I prithee thou. "  
      I had come to your house but you had gone to Madras as I was informed . But I felt that you was present there , i sobbed and groaned -- Prit ! do come once more,  Prit ! do come , my hearty darling this time I was present before you. My groaning echoed in your building and robin was sobbing with stoic passion under leaves so green : " Alone, alone, all, all alone/ Alone on a wide wide sea/ And never a saint took pity on/ My soul in Agony ." -- ST Coleridge . I came back and the devils  of black clouds were roaming upon my head; they were laughing at me , showing sharpen canine teeth , they were dancing and the gnomes were already creating the heart ache , perplexity , frustration , dejection, disappointment making me a stoic skeleton. the devils were sucking the blood of my heart and were capturing my heart's beatings. then the robin was singing under leaves so green and the nightingale was seeing the devils : " I am a kickshaw / you always play me /you neglect my ideas/ you forget me/ I am always before your feet /you may tread me/ you will be satisfied / you will be glorious / But ever you will be a kickshaw / you will search me / But i will always present / In your sigh / in your sorrow / In your heart. 
     but when I saw you on 25th April in Examination hall ; my vitality revived and foliage was over; green blooming was in a great mood of dancing on the rhythm of Nature's songs. On 30th april , you was rubbing my soles tenderly against your soles ; a zig- zag current like rippling of some what , sweet pains were flowing from your soles through my soles; but the current of contractions of our hearts was flowing from thy heart were wet and were colored by my soul's blood. The blood of my soul was writing Prit ! I love you honestly , on thy heart's beatings with red color of Mars .  
          I was temperamentally unfit to ask for your attempt of question papers as you already had gone on 4th April and the devil put the rocks on my heart and he was teasing the wounds scattered in my heart, through his canine teeth. the smoke was flowing in air as devil teased the wounds of my heart because his mouth was pumping the flames of fire, while he was sucking my blood. 
      On the 8th April , you again rubbed your soles against my soles time to time . The nightingale was dancing and the robin was singing : " yours tender lips I wish to kiss / Oh my darling come to me...." The robin was making a great fantastic rhythm for dance of nightingale. the robin was embracing the nightingale and was singing the song of jolly epicure of their love affair. " It was a jolly epicure for me that i fastened your legs through my legs and kept my feet on your tender feet; I was hoping that i would fasten your hand tenderly through my hands and would kiss the hands of a fair haired, jocund, debonair, blonde, blessed angle of Paradise."  
            But Prit ! darling you threw dust in my eyes and escaped leaving a great strain for me again. I searched for you at many places in Nagpur whereas it was raining in the mood of cat and dog . At last I caught a shiver cold. Alas ! might i meet you , Alas ! might i meet you; Alas ! might I say you I loved you honestly , in spite of writing it in my diary.  
                                                                                                                         Yours vitality Vimal. 
        I finished the letter , it was 2:00 pm . I drowned in to sleep. I was feeling my mother was put the blanket on me but as she went , I was seeing the smiling face of Prit; I felt a palm on my forehead , Prit was smoothing my restless hairs ; she was saying to me  -- " I had to care for my health and never had to sleep without shutting the window because I was wet owing to rain fall ."  Suddenly I woke up , Oh ! I saw hallucination . It was Ritu who was smiling at me keeping my wet letter. She asked me -- whether i wept in the night ? Because my eye lids were heavy , eyes were bloody . 
      Who is Prit? She was smiling at me seeing the smiling face of Prit in the Valentine. *****
   _____-- Kamal Kishore Sharma , Behind Hotel Midtown Sneh Nagar , Ward number 27, Balaghat [MP] India 481001 
   +91 9424614441 8966088853 Date : Monday July 01 , 2019   
     Word notes :  
     Banging -- to hit a part of the body against something having a loud relentless beat 
     Flop -- fall, moveor hanging in loose and ungainly way 
     fascinate --- attract the strong attention and interest of someone 
     Sagacity -- wisdom, insight , the quality of being sagacious 
     postulate --- n. A thing suggested or true ; v. suggest or assume the existence of fact or truth 
     brooding --- engaged in or showing deep thought about something that makes one sad , angry or worried 
     brud --a male friend of a male 
     yestreen -- chiefly scotland -- last evening or night 
     locus --- a particular position or place 
     scare --- v. cause great fear or nervousness in, frighten 
     Jocund -- Cheerful, jolly 
     Emblazon --- adorn, decorate 
     Groan --- make a deep inarticulate sound conveying pain, despair 
     Gnome -- a legendary dwarfish creature supposed to guard the earth's treasures underground 
     Conculcate -- to tread or trample under foot 
     Epicure --- a person who takes particular pleasure in fine food and drink 
     Fair -- just equitable 
     -----  Kamal Kishore Sharma Balaghat India 481001 +91 9424614441 8966088853 Date ; 01/07/2019