Discover the Writer in You

S he was my Facebook friend. I had never met her before. But w e had finally decided to meet that day after being virtual buddies for more than 6 years. To say the least, I was nervous. In fact, I felt weak in my knees. For one, she was drop dead gorgeous. Her Facebook pics revealed a tall and fair woman with full red lips and a domineering attitude. She sported brown, shoulder length hair. A mysterious smile lit up her face every now and then, and I found it so enticing. She was always traveling. Her videos showed her at times amid snow clad mountains of Himalayas and on other occasions, in the cozy lap of lush green valleys of Kashmir. And she was a foodie. The first thing you saw in the morning was a close up of her breakfast table showcasing the delicious yummies she was going to start her day with. And she loved luxury. Her pics at destination spas, night clubs and sultry beaches created an enigma around her. When she was not traveling or socializing, she was at home and a decent ...

  A pin drop silence haunted the room as a lean doctor with a pointed nose ruffled through some medical reports. ‘I am sorry but it’s a matter of time now.’ He announced solemnly to the crowd gathered around him and left. All eyes shifted towards a grey haired man who reclined on a white hospital bed with an oxygen mask fixed to his mouth. A couple of rubber tubes jutted out of his arms and chest. His face appeared frozen like ice but he could nevertheless feel an unmistakable warmth in his guts. Yes - he was as good as gone but somewhere deep down, life still lurked inside him. He was aware of the presence of anxious people around him. ‘How much they care for me!’ he thought, ‘if only I could live some more and thank them.’ As his mind continued to spin, he slipped into a delirium and thousands of images flashed across his mind: A young, radiant farmer driving a tractor; ploughing a large field, a beautiful woman sat next to him; smiling and whispering swe...