My Lucky Charm

My Lucky Charm

I rushed towards the elevator as I was already late for the meeting. Everything was screwed after missing her glance in the morning. It was my routine since childhood when on a result day I scored ninety percent in a paper I hardly wrote anything sensible after seeing her face in the morning. She lived in adjacent society so getting a glance of her without her knowledge was not a difficult task. Today also I waited for her about half an hour but she didn't come, she had left before me or would come late. Then I saw punctured car,metro was facing some problem and auto rickshaw charge double, nothing happened as planned.

As I closed the elevator door someone hurriedly opened it and came inside. I was shocked to see her in that lift. I always wanted to meet her. Although I looked at her secretly I never got the opportunity to have her so near to me.Neither I tried to say some words of admiration to her. At that moment when I gathered some courage to speak lift stopped. She was looking down in nervousness I could see worry on her face. Documents in her hand suggested that she was here for an interview. I didn't understand what to do at that time. I started blowing air with papers in my hand because fan in elevator was also not working. She looked upwards set her curls and smiled at that gesture of mine. I also smiled and for few minutes we just stared each other in that pin drop silence. My hand automatically moved towards her face when lift jerk shook us. I took back my hand.

After initial movement lift stopped again, she hugged me in anxiety, my heart started beating fast. I too hugged her tightly, lift started moving again when I hold her face in my hand. The door opened. "I have to get off here", she whispered in my ears. I looked around as if waked up from a sweet dream and released her suddenly from my hold. She smiled again and walked out. I saw her walking into an office without even looking back towards the lift where I was standing. My meeting after that was a successful one being able to touch my lucky charm this time. I still looked her silently when I needed some luck and she still walked passed me without any eye contact. That silent relationship is working very well. I always thinks that lucky is not the one who have any lucky charm but the one who is getting its luck constantly.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. 

Quarter Past Twelve

Quarter Past Twelve

"Quality writing my boy, not just silly fictions. I want a real story with an amazing end." When I came out from my boss's office listening such discouraging words,I felt very low today morning. This was my third consecutive rejection in a week,one more rejection means that I should search a new job. I didn't waste time and started thinking about a new story but all ideas I had were similar to the previous ones and in no way they are near to reality. I went outside on the road and started walking which I usually do for a new idea. From busy road I came towards lonely streets where from a deserted dark corner I heard a voice calling my name. I walked towards there as he was saying that he had solution to my problems.

In that corner was standing a man with long black beard and dispersed hair covering most of his face except his big eyes,big red bulging eyes as if blood was flowing inside them. He was wearing a black attire and a garland of human skulls. I was trembling with fear,my lips seize to speak. He gave me a pen and said," this pen will write a real story and a right end for you,go and do your work." He suddenly disappeared ,I ran away from there and came back to office. I wanted to go home but my feet ran towards office everything was out of my control. I was not thinking but the pen given by that strange man was writing something very fast. Unexpectedly it stopped after few hours when everybody left the office, I collected all papers and ran towards lift. As I reached towards lift lights went off my fear increased with the darkness. But then I thought what was happened today was hallucinations due to stress of loosing my job and the reason I didn't remember the story I have written was my excitement. I thought to read it, I went back to my cabin with the help of Mobile's torch.

Our office has backup light but I wasn't aware why they were not working. I kept a chargeable table light in my cabin which I lit to read that story. As I read I found that it was my story about my life, my village,how my parents died,how I killed a man in meditation during hunting in jungle near my village,how I hide my crime with help of my friends,how I reached this city,how I study in college,earned my living with small jobs,how I got this job by a treachery with my close friend,how I succeeded,how my friends involved in hiding my crime strangely died. It mentioned the incident happened today morning,boss's scolding, my meeting with that strange man,my writing of that story with that pen,my leaving for home in a hurry,my reaching towards lift and then how that light went off and I started reading this story. It was written in the end that while reading it I was perspiring profusely, I came into tension,someone opened the door and killed me with his gun as clock struck quarter past twelve. I am perspiring,I am in tension and the door is opening,its quarter past twelve.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Taking part in A to Z challenge and Ultimate Blog Challenge

Today's alphabet is Q and it's UBC DAY 19.