The Perfect Getaway- Part 3

It had been hours since she walked out. She passed tiny shops, restaurants and hotels. She didn't have any idea which way she was walking. It was supposed to be a harmless walk around the strange new city after not
so good conversation with the hot not so trustworthy person. She had come across dainty museum in the tour guide booklet. It had been hours since she had been walking and there was no sign of museum.

Her legs ached. She didn't stop though she was lost. She continued towards the wrong road, misguided by her sweet conscious and helpful localities. Finally her legs couldn't tolerate the physical pain any longer. 

She sat down on the pavement due to physical and mental exhaust. She had decided to head back to hotel when hot not so trustworthy man appeared from nowhere. His presence startled her. 

Not again! He was prime reason for running away and getting lost. Now she didn't realize where she was. Unfortunately she wasn't in state to believe anyone. When heart breaks, trusting someone is impossible. Her love was her true best friend and she had lost him. With loss of friendship, her trust on any human be it mortal or immortal was a serious question.

"You are lost. I can help you.", he said. She didn't answer. She looked down. He sat next to her on the pavement. " Are you heading to the hotel?",he continued.  She pretended as if she didn't listen to him and stared at the guide booklet. She was on the right track. Where did she miss? " Oh so you want to visit the Matisse Musuem?", he asked, trying to break the cold ice.

She got up and walked away. This time she increases her pace though her leg begs to stop.  But he stopped her. How did he do that? Her heart beat stopped beating. Her pulse rate increased.Will he do some harm to her? What was he going to do? She didn't want to know. She simply remained calm when deep inside her she wanted to scream.

(To  be continued)

The Perfect Getaway- Part 2

Aha! How about a perfect getaway.. A break from all these problems. A break to rejuvenate the soul and mind. A break that may lead her to new love which will be truly hers. Wait! Love! This getaway was to get her away from love. She will stay away from this miserable love or anything that deals with love. She started  thinking about places she wanted to go. Voila ! She found it. South of France was a perfect getaway.

It had always been her secret desire during her teenage years to visit South of France. However she never got opportunity to fulfill this dream. But it was perfect opportunity now. So the next day she got the tickets booked to Nice (city located in South of France.  She reached Nice after approximately six hours of travel on a normal Saturday.

The drive from the airport to the hotel was mesmerizing one. She didn't change and left her backpack in the room. The excitement to check out the new place had made her not sit down for even one second.She had walked around the place with small piece of map.

She finally rested herself at small cafe located at the beach. A man sitting across her was staring at her for quite some time. He looked too good to be bad boy. Maybe his good boy looks had charmed many ladies into his trap. His short crop brown hair and smoking hot grey eyes were enough to make any woman fall for him at one glance. His broad chest ,chiseled arms and six pack abs made him desirable man amongst the men in this popular city. He observed his next target with great interest.

He walked towards her with his usual method of flirting with her. He was sure that she would never say no to him. " Salut , je suis francois Augustin Bellamy", he said. She looked at him with startled expression. He quickly translated her, " I am sorry. You look French to me. I am Francois Augustin Bellamy."  " Hi, I am Hannah", she said. " You travel alone? ", he asked in his french accent, trying hard to speak in English.
She went in deep thought. Should I believe this stranger? What if he was a kidnapper? She quickly got up from her seat and walked away. He simply stood staring at her. He had never been rebuffed by a lady. But she was some strange woman he had met. This didn't stop him to pursue her harder.

(To be continued)

The Perfect Getaway- Part 1

She stood at the altar in her white bridal dress. She looked like an angel fallen from the heaven above, waiting for love of her life. The excitement of new bride sparkled from her eyes. Her fair skin resembled the snow white beauty with natural blush enhancing her beauty. Her copper red hair was perfectly made into bun which might have taken hours due to it's unruly nature. However few strands had managed to break out of the bun.

It had been hours. There were soft whispers about her late bird 'groom'. Where was he? Why couldn't be on time at this special occasion? Her heart questioned her like innocent child out of curiosity. Did he get weak knee about this marriage stuff? No! This can't be !  Love is reckless, her conscious advised. Did she make such decision due to reckless love without even thinking of possibilities?

She didn't cry. Crying is for weak hearted souls.She was definitely not weak. She had learnt the art of being unaffected by decision she makes or people she lets inside her life. Maybe he was held up somewhere. He would surprise her within few minutes. She was ready to be surprised and wait for him. She had waited for him for many years and few minutes were nothing.

A small girl ran towards her with piece of paper. She handed the paper to the bride. The bride looked at paper. It was old and yellowish paper. She recognized the neat calligraphic handwriting. It was from him. He had asked for forgiveness and mentioned that he had found new love. He had also mentioned that he wasn't ready to commit and was deeply smitten by new love. Hence he had left her because he did not want to destroy three lives due to this marriage. She was in pain.  She was devastated. She needed something to soothe the pain. 

She threw the bridal bouquet and stomped outside the church. Her subconscious mocked at her ignorance and soft nature. She wanted to scream at highest level the sound could reach. She wanted to destroy his life. How dare he says that he didn't want to destroy three lives? He had broken her heart, tore her belief and killed her love only because he didn't want to destroy three lives. The demons inside her laughed at this terrible joke.

She spent the whole night thinking about how she could break out of this mess. What she could do to come out of this messy heartbreak? Will she send a bounty hunter to get him killed? Will she go and catch him red handed with his lady love and kill them instantly? Many ideas struck her head. But she couldn't zero on one idea. 


(To be continued)

Solitary Love - Part 21

Love seemed such an irony to him. He was living life with a lie all this time. The truth was bitter painful. It ripped his heart and soul. He wondered, " Maybe it was one of Willington's trick to break him."  How can anyone lie about one's wife death? Willington maybe the most cold person in the planet earth but he loved his wife to highest degree of madness. Willington's eyes said it all- she was no more.

Her beautiful face, green emralad eyes and long blond hair replayed in his mind time to time. Her careless smile, sweet voice, polite manners and thick British tone reminded him about the memories he shared with her. No one in this ground could measure his love for her. 

He hadn't heard the words the Jamedar had said. He had even missed out the death sentence ordered by jemadar. He was engrossed in deep thoughts about all those days when he worried about her existence. He had prayed for her well being without a slightest thought that she was already gone ... far, far away.

"Do you have any last wish?", asked jamedar. These words were the only words he had heard. Last wish ! He had no wishes or desires. The only hope, wish or desire or whatever it was had gone. It didn't take him minutes to speak his " Death!", he said in careless voice.

Everyone was shocked. They hadn't seen anyone who desired death so much. He had asked for death. Did he know what he was asking? Some pitied him for losing his mind. Some acknowledged his boldness to ask for death out rightly. Some like Willington mocked him and called him foolish. "Do you know what you are asking?", Willington asked. Srinivasan replied back through chanting the verses from his poem.

"Life is irony,
 a joke filled with misery
where I can neither cry
nor can I smile.

Death is sweet,
an end to hopelessness
an end to painless emotions
an end to a lie
I had in my heart
for so long and forever"

He smiled while they looked at him confused. What were they supposed to do? If they gave him life, it was of no use. If they gave him death, he would be happy. Before they could act, he forced the guard to pull out the trigger of the rifle at his heart. It missed and instead hit his chest. He was swinging between life and death while he smiled at the people who caused this.

Solitary Love- Part 20

He was bought in chains. He looked like true rebellion though he wasn't one. The situation that bought him in chains was an innocent feeling. It had been days since he hadn't written a poem. Only her images had stayed in his mind. He couldn't find words to express those feelings.

As he reached large ground where Jamedar and familar looking man stood with their back towards him. There were whispers of what was waiting for him . He pretended to be not affected by them. However questions prevailed in his mind about why Jamedar called him in chain and was his death sentence being ordered. Whatever it was, it didn't affect him. 

He looked at the familiar stranger standing with Jamedar. It was Willington. Willington and his eyes met. Anger and shock knocked the doors of their hearts. It took few minutes to come to his senses.It was time and Jamedar asked Willington to disclose the bitter truth.

"What was Willington doing here? What was he going to take this time from him?" , wondered Srinivasan. His heart questioned , "was she alright? Where was she?" He found the answers to the questions by himself ( Maybe she was sitting at the corner of her house. not wanting to witness him face to face.

Willington spoke words of her death in firm and cold voice. It was like as if he wasn't affected by her death or presence. The truth was out. Srinivasan heart was in piece. All this while he was living a life without purpose. He became numb. It was difficult for him to display anger or cry. What was left for him in this godforsaken earth? 

Everything was lost now. His precious part of life was gone. " What was he doing in this planet?", he wondered. Life without love was useless. He fell to the ground in despair. He was now in loss of words, emotions and the one he loved so much than his own life.

( To be continued)

Solitary Love- Part 19

The jamedar seized the plan. He stopped the guys from escaping. He sent his troops at once to block the inmates from fleeing. The prisoners weren't half way towards their goal when the troops of Jamedar started shooting on sight.

The two hundred men were angry, sad and frustrated. They had already lost many of their loyal friends. Azad was wounded severely. His followers wanted to kill disloyal guards and Jamedar. They didn't care about their wounds caused than their leader. Unfortunately Azad died within few hours after he was wounded severely. 

The jamedar tortuted them every day. He had the warders of each floor prepare the list of rebellions who had tried to break the code of law. He called each of them as per the list and tormented them. His method of torture
varied with every inmate. This happened for a month. It had become worse than hell. No one tried to attempt another escape after Azad's death. The rebellious strike seen amongst the inmates died with the death of Azad.

The inmates had lost the battle. Some committed suicide as they couldn't face the hell again. Some had lost the state of sanity. Some of them like Srinivasan had lost their senses ( both emotional and physical). He had become human being without soul.

Every time Jamedar belted him on his rear or ordered warder to starve him. Nothing affected him. Unlike other rebellions, he never protested or spoke roughly against British. After trial and errors,he came up with brilliant idea. He investigated his weakness and strengths where he realized that Srinivasan's strength was his weakness too. Jamedar learnt one fact that love could fill you as well as destroy you at same time.

This was not enough. He had called in Willington to break Srinivasan. Willington accepted his invitation after a lot of thinking about the advantages. He wanted to see Srinivasan's soul tear apart when truth was bought in front of him. 

(To be continued)

Solitary Love- Part 18

There were lot things to do. Escaping from kaala pani wasn't easy task. It was next to impossible. A fool proof plan was required to break from this solitary hell. The cellular jail was built wit bricks that could resist any revolutionary ideas. These ideas were created but it would be fuse out in this thick walled building.

Loopholes had to be found. Guards had to be bribed for better living than with money because freedom was more important to them than anything else. Unlike the others, Srinivasan was waiting to reunite with his love forever.

Once the plan was drawn , it was sent to all the inmates through the secret agents who were none other than the small time cooks and cleaners( they were inmates who had served higher life terms than the others). Every inmate of the cell had job to do. Many more were still joining.

Few days were left. Srinivasan was excited. He was going to meet her after a long time. Would they share those moments again? What would they speak? Would it be awkward moment to share? It had been long time since they had seen each other. Whatever it was going to be, he had to see her.

The inmates got ready to execute the plan . Everyone knew what they need to do.Two hundred sixty inmates were ready to break free from the torturous life. Most of them wanted to see their family again. Some of them wanted to see their mother land free from the foreign forces.

Everything went smoothly when a small error was missed. The warders were supposed to be drugged during their dinner. Unfortunately one of them had not eaten his food due to food poisoning. To add fuel to that, some of the guards backfired their plan and being loyal servants to the English, they had alerted the Jemidar. 

(To be continued)