Shan was on his usual evening stroll by the river. He hated his full name - Shantanu! Knowing this, his friends used to teasingly call him King Shantanu, and it was not completely inaccurate as his ancestors belonged to the royal family. This was not one of those regular days. He spotted a gorgeous woman in blue dress near the river shore. It was almost as if she blended into the river. Or was he hallucinating? He observed himself being dragged near her as he felt unsure of what to say to her. The woman had a radiating smile, as if she half expected him to approach her. "Hi, I am Shan", he smiled and stretched his hand. "Hi, I am Ganga", she shook his hand. The grip was unusually firm, for a woman who looked that delicate. "Like the river, huh?", he smiled. "Mm, hmm. Like the river", she said as the radiating smile acquired a tinge of mischief. "You from around?", he asked. "You can say that. I was not born here. But I am ...
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-Diya
Could not help writing this one!
@Anonymous
First of all, I was not joking or "mocking", to use your words, about the Delhi blasts when I wrote the post "Conversations". I was very angry and it was a (may be a pathetic) attempt at satire. I could not see any sarcasm or satire in the way the SMS was written, it was more like the college guys kinda immature humor like "dude, drive carefully, tomorrow is sunday, and if the bus hits you by any chance we would miss the holiday!" [which we also used to say in college, but now I find it immature] I dont claim that I am never hypocritical, but in this case I was not (If I was, I would not have written this post)