55 Fiction - Over You

This 55 fiction is written from an inspiration from the song Over You by Daughtry. For those who are new to the 55 fiction concept… it’s a fiction written in no more or less than 55 words.

Over You

She started crying again. For the tenth time today.

She could not believe that it was finally over.

She felt weird and good simultaneously.

She felt independent for a change.

Her whole life seemed colourful again.

She reasoned that it was best for her.

She looked at the book that got her through… Alcohol Anonymous.

Hope you liked it. Drop in a word describing how it is…

P.S The picture used by me in this post is a still from the music video of the same song OverYou-Daughtry.

The True Soldier

He lifted his already packed backpack onto his broad shoulders and started off.  He was a military man. He had served his country nobly for the past 25 years. And in this past 25 years he had seen his wife only on three occasions. Twice when the battalion returned from war and every soldier was given a day off to see their families and once when she came over and stayed there. Never after that, did he see her again. That was 15 years ago. Not a call or a message from his beloved, for the past 15 years, for he was on the border protecting his country. He didn’t even know if she was alive. But he had hope and faith, that she was alive and happy.

His bus came to a halt in the dusty village centre. His house was a couple of kilometres from there and he had no other option but walk. But this wasn’t difficult as he already had walked kilometres with the body of his best friend on his back. He started his homeward journey with full zeal and memories of his beautiful wife.

He thought about the love they shared and the caring they had for each other. He thought about the strength and will power she had, when he told her that he will be joining the army. He admired her determination to go on with life after all that had happened to her. It was cruel, really spiteful what they did to her. But still she had the courage to go on. He wondered whether she was still the same after the mishap.

The Road Trip

A normal Saturday afternoon. Vinodbhai was here. Even though he was a “senior” in college he was one of our best friends. I and Vyshakh were browsing music videos.

“Dude, I wonder why Sid doesn’t come over often. He’s here only when there’s some occasion or so. He seldom hangs around with us, why so?” Vinod asked.

“Yeah, come to think of it, you’re right.” I said.

“Let’s call him and ask him to come over.” Vyshakh piped in.

We were super bored because our usual entertainer Thunder Ponnan aka Rahul had gone home. We stayed in a rented room in Coimbatore.

“Nope, he won’t come if we called without reason. We’ll say that I’m keeping a party at KFC. He’ll surely show up then.” Vinod said.

“Ha! You got that right. But why would you keep a party?” asked Vyshakh.

“Because I bought a flat in Trissur.” Vinod said casually and flashed a smug smile.

We carried out our sinister plan and made poor Sid to drive 10 kilometres just so we could say Hi.

Half an hour later…

The Sad Clown

“Extra!! Extra!! Read all about it!! Royal Circus is in town today!” cried the newspaper-boy from across the street.

He closed the drapes of his curtain from his hotel room. He went across the room and opened the fridge for a sip of his favourite whiskey. He took the bottle and sat on the edge of his bed. He slowly re-winded his life backwards.

Backwards, to the time when he had the most beautiful girl as his wife and a job that he loved. Life was so perfect back then. He loved what he did and did what he loved. He was his own master. He went back into the time when he could live life the way he wanted to, laugh to his heart’s content and do whatever came to his mind.

Then one day, he learnt about his wife’s sickness. He loved her more than anything in the world and would give anything and everything just to have her back. That’s just what he did. He gave up his entire life savings in pursuit of his beloved’s well-being. But nothing he did could revive her from fate’s clutches. Everything went downhill from that point. Subsequently he lost his job. He had to mortgage his house and property in need of money. Finally being unable to repay his debtors, he took up a job he hated. He had to do it to stay alive.

He was so depressed that he taken up drinking and smoking as an escape route. The only time he was sober was when he was working, that too just because he’d lose his job and end up in jail if he showed up drunk. He loathed himself so much that at times, he felt like killing himself.

Dear 2010

Dear 2010,

I’m writing this to you to let you know how much I’m going to miss you. You’ve been a great friend and always stood by my side whenever I needed you the most.

               

Remember during the first month of our relationship, when we used to attend all the symposiums and seminars one could possibly attend just to get On-Duty leave from college. The days were spent cursing our own college and praising even the slightest of the curiosities of the other colleges we visited. Oh and how can I forget my birthday? Yeah I know… three parties in a row on the same day is pretty awesome. The amount of fun we had was limitless. Awesome times, huh?

               

I Am Whatever You Say I Am

Cause we all just wanna be big rock-stars, and live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars…

It was a Sunday. He didn’t have to go to work today. Not because it was a holiday for the whole working community, but because he was not called by his boss. And it was a welcoming change from the daily schedule. He had just gotten up and was still groggy.

His little daughter dashed into his room and jumped on the bed.

“Good Morning, Daddy!”

“Good Morning to you too, sweetheart. So what plans today?”

“Can I ask you something, Daddy?”

“Sure honey, what is it?”

“Can you take me shopping today?”

“You know I can’t do that, dear”

He really wanted to but given yesterday’s circumstances it was too risky.

You Can Join Class From Monday

It was a new place. A new city. Everything had changed so quickly. I didn’t even know the language. Life was so much better when you have all your friends around, sharing and caring for each other.  

I had heard only stories about the magnificence that is Mumbai City. It was a welcoming change from the peaceful and quiet of Pune.

My first day in Mumbai city

I was eight years old and had just moved into Kandivali (E), Mumbai.

I got out of the rickshaw and ran towards the lift, fascinated by it and wondering how just at the press of a button a whole room comes down just for transportation to the upper floor. I had my colouring book, my G.I Joe, my HotWheels cars, and my crayons in my small Mickey Mouse backpack.

The lift attender smiled at me flashing his broken tooth (or at least what was left of his tooth) and asked me “kaunse maale pe jaana hai bhaiyya?”(“Which floor do you want to go to?”).

Partly scared and partly overwhelmed at such a grown man calling me bhaiyya, I answered “Seventh floor…” (I didn’t know what to call him, now that he called me “bhaiyya”) “... Uncleji ” I completed.