THE MIDNIGHT DATE- 2

Do we all crave for that one person?

We don't wanna date but we want.

We’ll strive for them.

We’ll fight for them today.

Their absence will sink us in sorrow,

but we'll hardly care tomorrow.

But we still want them today.

To wake up to their 'Good morning' text

and sleep with their 'Good nights.'

To choose what photos to upload, 

to be the first one to comment and like.

That someone- we can just call and vent,

without having to fetch for a reason- decent.

Whose shoulder to cry isn't too hard to find.

Crappy jokes, roasts that won't offend.

 

Do we all crave for that one person?

We don't wanna date but we want.

Who got miraculous muscles to lift up our mood,

They hug us once, and it's all good.

And we want to hold their hand as we walk,

and sleep in their embrace-

the most heavenly place we could be in.

Hanging out together all the time,

while the world thinks we are dating

But we're not! 

But then something happens!

 

One night,

on one of those weekend rides.

The car breaks down, it's drizzling outside.

It’s getting chilly and the radio plays 'Perfect'.

We gather each other closer with no signs of regret.

First our eyes melt into each other,

then our bodies, then our lips.

Voyaging every inch of our arouse skin,

a goose bumpy trip of our fingertips

 

We are inseparable,

We merrily wonder the ineffable.

Can we call it a midnight date?

Chuck anyway it was time to go home.

The goose bumpy trip on each other

has already got us late.

We don't wanna go home

but we have to go, to meet again.

To rekindle what started that night,

 

"Text me when you reach, all right?"

 I glee but walk home in vain

 

Do we all crave for that one person?

We don't wanna date, but we want.

Petrified to commit, to lose that spark,

but a pleasurable mistake to embark.

 

"I reached ❤"  

 

The notification pinged

And before I could reply, they were still 'typing...'

 

"Hey, I wanted to tell you something from a very long time." 

 

I grow perturb, I grow scared.

For the three magical words,

I am unprepared.

Yet undeniably, my cheeks flush pink and red.

While they continue typing to what they said.

Those three words pop on the chat screen

and it is all done.

The last text ever from them says-

 

"I’m dating someone."

SURPRISE FROM THE CITY

“I am strong and brave Chutki. If I can beat up Kalia, I can beat this monster too. I am Bheem's best friend and I am going to win this fight, I am going to trash this monster!” 

Chutki grumbled. 

But the monster was huge; double her height, four times her weight, pounced on her petite frame. With his thick muscular hands pinning her slender little wrists down, Chutki pumped all her energy out to unclench from his grip. But the more she resisted, the more he pressed her back on floor. Chutki could feel herself crushing under him. She had realized now that she cannot defeat this monster alone 

“Bheem! Raju! Save me!!” 

She felt choked but began whiling her lungs out. She accumulated all her might again and pushed the monster away, grasping for breathe, sweating rivers- "Agrrhhh!"

In a snap, her eyes opened to the morning, she felt lighter, relieved. 

"Hush, a nightmare!" She sighed. 

Sunday morning usually calls for some extra sleeping hours for little Chutki. The eight year old has to force herself to wake up everyday for school at 6:30am in the morning. But she reimbursed all of it by cooping in her room, sleeping till 11 am on Sundays. But today, Chutki found herself wide awake right at 9am as though someone had sucked out the sleep and drowsiness in a single slurp.

The nightmare woke her up sweating, panting, gasping for every molecule of Oxygen. She felt her skin sticky, soaked in sweat and her body ached weirdly bad. So bad, her eyes welled up of pain and helplessness. She woke up miserable and tired, hence she decided to lay back in bed for few more minutes. An avid fan of Chota Bheem, 'the super hero, fighting a Monster' theme was common in her dreams. But sometimes dreams have lasting impact and continue to trickle us for the rest of the day, she wondered.

As she lay, closing her eyes allowing her aching body to retrieve it's strength, her mother screamed from the kitchen and broke her peace.

 "Chutki beta! Come on wake up. Look who's here! There's a surprise for you!! Get out of your bed fast or you may miss the surprise!"

Like an obedient daughter, despite in midway of her nightmare recovery, Chutki began to lift her head to get a better vision of her room.

"Surprise Chutki!" Her uncle exclaimed.

"I boarded the first bus in the morning and came to meet my princess specially. And look, I got a new doll and sweets from the city. Who wants it? Chutki wants it? Come here! Come to chachu!" 

he tried to lure her, waking up from the other side of Chutki's bed. 

He buttoned up his shirt and zipped up his pant back before anybody else could come in the room and catch him, or get suspicious.