Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Team Blog-o-holics - Week 1 - 6th post - #GameofBlogs by BlogAdda

Do read part 5 here: https://theindianidiot.wordpress.com/2014/09/16/week-1-5th-post-team-blog-o-holics-gameofblogs-by-blogadda/

Part 6

Tara summoned up all her strength and ran into the welcoming, wide road at the end of the alley. She felt scared, angry and strangely, even dirty... as if she had been sullied by this terrible encounter with the hoodie guy. She was shocked at how seemingly innocent that epithet sounded: the hoodie guy. He could have been anyone; could it have been someone she knew? Did she know that grey hoodie from somewhere? No, she tried to rationalise, such hoodies are a dime a dozen in the market. Yet there was something about the hoodie-wearing stranger that had left a mark in her ravaged mind.
She walked quickly and tried to blend into the crowds on the pavement. She wanted to get away from this strange place as soon as possible; all she wanted was to get to her clean, organised, safe home and hug her family. Over and over again. And then maybe call the police. Her anger came surging back: she was a top-notch editor and she wasn't going to let anyone bully her into anything. If someone was trying to teach her a lesson with this kidnapping, she would teach them something! She would get to the bottom of this, she resolved.
However, her willpower wasn't enough to take her bruised body forward. She felt her knees sag, and she simply crumpled into the pavement. She could barely brace herself before her body hit the ground with a thud. 'More bruises,' thought Tara wryly, even as she felt her head spinning. Everything around her seemed to be a blur. She could only sense the feelings of the people around her: the initial shock and irritation, the hesitant curiosity, the indifferent crowding around to see a spectacle. She wished someone would just help her stand up and put her in a rickshaw. She wanted to go home so desperately; tears began streaming down her cheeks.

Suddenly she felt strong arms around her. "Tara ma'am! What happened to you?"
She willed her eyes open and caught a glimpse of a familiar face: Cyrus! She opened her mouth to talk but couldn't. Her world went black, and she slipped into the comfort of the welcoming darkness.
...................................
When Tara awoke, she looked up at the harsh, unblinking light above her and fought the urgency to run. Another strange place! Slowly she took in her surroundings: the neat room, various monitors by the bedside, the IV line hooked up to a colourless liquid, her crisp white sheets, the TV in the corner with a Bollywood starlet soundlessly doing a round of crude gymnastics, and there, facing the TV, slumped in a sofa, was Cyrus. He was dozing and she noted the tired look on his face. 'God knows how long he has been here taking care of me,' thought Tara. 'Has it been hours or days?'
'And where's Shekar?' she thought. He should have been here by now. 'Oh how I miss him, and Roohi!' Just thinking of them made her want to cry. But she had decided that she would not waste any more of her precious tears on this cruel monster of a kidnapper. He may have scared her, but he definitely could not break her. She tried to build up a profile of him in her head; she would need to give the best description she could to the police.
There wasn't much she recognised about him physically, except for that hoodie. But there was something intangible... something she felt she knew but couldn't grasp. Her head ached from thinking so hard.

And then it hit her! That smell! His smell! The kidnapper used a perfume startlingly similar to the attar that Shekar got concocted at his favourite attar-wallah's. Perhaps this guy bought his attar too at the same place; perhaps he knew Shekar! Was this someone with a vendetta against Shekar? No, that wasn't possible... Shekar was too mild-mannered. He didn't have a problem with anybody! Nevertheless, Shekar would be able to help her find this guy. First she must ask him about this perfume shop of his. She might find some answers there! With all these thoughts swirling in her head, she tried to sit up in bed.
The door to her room opened abruptly, and Shekar stood in the doorway. He looked strangely dishevelled. He had a concerned expression on his face as he walked slowly into the room.

Keep reading. Go here for part 7: http://imcapturingsunshine.blogspot.in/2014/09/week-1-part-7-game-of-blogs.html

Me and my team are participating in ‘Game Of Blogs’ at BlogAdda.com. #CelebrateBlogging with us.

4 comments:

Dola said...

The story is getting really interesting at this point! Very well penned!

Santosh bs said...

another twist...wow!

Rubina Ramesh said...

Shekhar.. noooo it can't be.. :O

Akash Khot said...

the story has shaped up really well.. this post takes it further

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Team Blog-o-holics - Week 1 - 6th post - #GameofBlogs by BlogAdda

Do read part 5 here: https://theindianidiot.wordpress.com/2014/09/16/week-1-5th-post-team-blog-o-holics-gameofblogs-by-blogadda/

Part 6

Tara summoned up all her strength and ran into the welcoming, wide road at the end of the alley. She felt scared, angry and strangely, even dirty... as if she had been sullied by this terrible encounter with the hoodie guy. She was shocked at how seemingly innocent that epithet sounded: the hoodie guy. He could have been anyone; could it have been someone she knew? Did she know that grey hoodie from somewhere? No, she tried to rationalise, such hoodies are a dime a dozen in the market. Yet there was something about the hoodie-wearing stranger that had left a mark in her ravaged mind.
She walked quickly and tried to blend into the crowds on the pavement. She wanted to get away from this strange place as soon as possible; all she wanted was to get to her clean, organised, safe home and hug her family. Over and over again. And then maybe call the police. Her anger came surging back: she was a top-notch editor and she wasn't going to let anyone bully her into anything. If someone was trying to teach her a lesson with this kidnapping, she would teach them something! She would get to the bottom of this, she resolved.
However, her willpower wasn't enough to take her bruised body forward. She felt her knees sag, and she simply crumpled into the pavement. She could barely brace herself before her body hit the ground with a thud. 'More bruises,' thought Tara wryly, even as she felt her head spinning. Everything around her seemed to be a blur. She could only sense the feelings of the people around her: the initial shock and irritation, the hesitant curiosity, the indifferent crowding around to see a spectacle. She wished someone would just help her stand up and put her in a rickshaw. She wanted to go home so desperately; tears began streaming down her cheeks.

Suddenly she felt strong arms around her. "Tara ma'am! What happened to you?"
She willed her eyes open and caught a glimpse of a familiar face: Cyrus! She opened her mouth to talk but couldn't. Her world went black, and she slipped into the comfort of the welcoming darkness.
...................................
When Tara awoke, she looked up at the harsh, unblinking light above her and fought the urgency to run. Another strange place! Slowly she took in her surroundings: the neat room, various monitors by the bedside, the IV line hooked up to a colourless liquid, her crisp white sheets, the TV in the corner with a Bollywood starlet soundlessly doing a round of crude gymnastics, and there, facing the TV, slumped in a sofa, was Cyrus. He was dozing and she noted the tired look on his face. 'God knows how long he has been here taking care of me,' thought Tara. 'Has it been hours or days?'
'And where's Shekar?' she thought. He should have been here by now. 'Oh how I miss him, and Roohi!' Just thinking of them made her want to cry. But she had decided that she would not waste any more of her precious tears on this cruel monster of a kidnapper. He may have scared her, but he definitely could not break her. She tried to build up a profile of him in her head; she would need to give the best description she could to the police.
There wasn't much she recognised about him physically, except for that hoodie. But there was something intangible... something she felt she knew but couldn't grasp. Her head ached from thinking so hard.

And then it hit her! That smell! His smell! The kidnapper used a perfume startlingly similar to the attar that Shekar got concocted at his favourite attar-wallah's. Perhaps this guy bought his attar too at the same place; perhaps he knew Shekar! Was this someone with a vendetta against Shekar? No, that wasn't possible... Shekar was too mild-mannered. He didn't have a problem with anybody! Nevertheless, Shekar would be able to help her find this guy. First she must ask him about this perfume shop of his. She might find some answers there! With all these thoughts swirling in her head, she tried to sit up in bed.
The door to her room opened abruptly, and Shekar stood in the doorway. He looked strangely dishevelled. He had a concerned expression on his face as he walked slowly into the room.

Keep reading. Go here for part 7: http://imcapturingsunshine.blogspot.in/2014/09/week-1-part-7-game-of-blogs.html

Me and my team are participating in ‘Game Of Blogs’ at BlogAdda.com. #CelebrateBlogging with us.

4 comments:

Dola said...

The story is getting really interesting at this point! Very well penned!

Santosh bs said...

another twist...wow!

Rubina Ramesh said...

Shekhar.. noooo it can't be.. :O

Akash Khot said...

the story has shaped up really well.. this post takes it further