Story:: Will Of A Lost Soul!

 Story :: Will of a Lost Soul!!

Sri Harsha Chintanumolu is one of those today's youth who believes in anything and everything. He fears, prays and takes decisions based on others inputs rather than finding his own voice. Yes, these kind of people do exist who depend on others more than you think. He always warranted for people wanted him to be and decided his life movement based on their aspirations and targets. He maintained a healthy 28 years of existence until that fateful day ... 

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Sri Harsha woke up in a place like dreamy setting. He saw that there is all alone today. He is looking around as the place looks to be hanging in air with waterfalls right beside and he is able walk on the water that is flowing below him. It took him 3 attempts to understand that he can do that. He also tried to call someone but he is unable remember any names. He wants help, guidance and he is desperately in need of water. He realised that he is actually walking on water, so he drank some. Suddenly all the water and waterfalls disappeared and the wall like structure in front of him opened as a door and heis able to walk into a more today looking dinning room. To his surprise, the dinning table is very long but there are only two seats. He is feeling hungry so he started walking but to his ultimate shock, he is walking on clouds. A young woman, looking divine walked into the room dressed all modern yet classy with very few ornaments with his very favorite dish, Strawberry Cake. 

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Strawberry pastry just landed on their table.



Sri and Chandana are sitting opposite to each other. She always prefers this cafe to many other places, she always orders the same pastry for boyh of them. She also orders her favorite coffee which is available only there and nowhere else. He is enjoying her taking a bite of the pastry and sipping coffee along with it. It is weird but he likes to smile at her weirdness. The cafe is a crowded mess during the weekends but comparatively a place where you can meditate during the weekdays. Not many come to the place during the weekdays and whenever Chandana calls him, he meets her there. Today ...

Chandana: (coughing as usual on coffee after the bite of the pastry) I can't help but think I am madly in love with someone. Or Someone is indeed loving me and thinking about me all the time. 

Sri: (lost in her beauty) May be there is someone! 

Chandana looks at him expectantly.

Sri: (Continuing) .. There are your parents, close friends and many others who could think about you. 

Chandana disappointed completes her snack and their conversation moves toward some other topics but Chandana clearly is not invested anymore. She paid the bill even though Sri insisted. She asked him to hop on her bike and drove as slow as she can. Harsha felt a bit irritated with her speed and asked her for the handle but she even slowed the speed of the bike. When he threw his hands into the air, she suddenly increased the speed giving him a jerk. And he fell on her with lot of force. Her scent, her silken hair, her perfectly kissable neckline drove him crazy. This close proximity with her is killing him. He is all in the moment and wanted to kiss her right then. But changed his intention and controlled himself. 

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His parents arranged for a girl to meet him at the cafe. He agreed immediately without thinking much. Even though he looked unhappy he is going through the motions. There it is Swapna. She walked into the cafe in a designer white suite with black purse complimenting her style. The jewellery she wore was also perfect to the tee. She had a mesmerising smile and carried an aura while she walked. Clearly, she can charm any person and it is like a goddess of beauty sitting in front of him. He is clearly taken away by her beauty but his heart is not accepting her into his life. It is hard to even for a average looking like him to imagine such a girl as his wife. But here he is having a conversation about their interests and future, if their parents find it is a perfect match. This is just a formal introductory meeting for both of them to get acquainted but their wishes have no such importance. Girl seems to have accepted it, but our boy is feeling some struggle between his heart and mind. 

Swapna: (looking at the menu) low fat and healthy, I believe we are at the wrong place for such a choice. It would have been nice if you liked some Italian or French restaurant. 

The environment suddenly changed in front of his eyes. The surroundings changed into a closet and the temperature is severely hot. He is wearing warmers and sweating like hell. His age is now around 48 and he is sitting with an older looking Swapna who lost all her elegance and glamour. She looked like a hell princess. 

Swapna: (irritated and agitated) Look at me now! After two kids I said let's stop but your mom wanted a girl and see now, how I look. I maintained a clear figure until I met you. Why do you even like this heavy crabs place? Today is our marriage day and you don't even think about taking me out on a holiday. But you have all the money in the world to spend on your parents and children. Am I a child bearing machine for you? Don't I deserve a simple vacation with my husband? Why do I feel like this is just an arrangement an hoax of a marriage? Why can't you make me feel relaxed and loved? 

Sri Harsha is not even in a position to answer, the closet around both of them has squashed even further and he is feeling breathless. His face is covered with sweat and when he tried to get a kerchief from his pocket, there is a big bump in the place of his stomach. He is unable to believe that he has grown such out of shape. No wonder she hates him so much. Yet, she sounds genuine in her love towards him. She came to this place since, she likes him and echoes all her frustration on him, since she needs some love and importance. But what's happening to him? Why is he unable to give her answer? By the way, why is she crying? How come there are his finger marks on her cheeks? And who is that abusive idiot, shouting swears? Why the voice sounds like his? Is it him? How come? 

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Dinner in the clouds ended with her choking on coffee again. This time his hands, gave her support. He sat beside her and she liked his touch. They both came even closer and he fed her the last piece of cake with all love and tenderness. She smiled at him romantically. He with all his heart danced with her as their favorite songs started playing. It was like they are on a paradise. They enjoyed the evening and the night like there is no tomorrow. No one wanted to leave each other's side. But suddenly all his dreamy land started collapsing and he is in the closet with Swapna relentlessly crying in front of him. He is holding a glass of branded whiskey and she is fearing him. Crawling away from she is terrified by his presence in the room. His elder boy is looking at him with anger and all his other children also hate him. Their faces say the story. But he is not liking it, somehow he is still bounded in the closet, even though his insides are shouting at the top of their voice that he is wrong but his outside demeanour is different. 

Finally, the closet has even grown narrow and as a old person one of his kid has thrown him out in a room. He has no one to talk to and his wife is happily dead. One woman walked into his room and threw a plate of food at him. It is smelling like hell. He cannot eat that in fact no one deserves to eat that. "Please kill me!" his insides and even outsides are echoing the same, but no one cares for him. Absolutely no one... 

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Sri Harsha woke up suddenly, from the deep slumber after six months. On that fateful day, he had an accident and survived the coma. The world still looks surreal for him. His parents are speaking to him, he identified all of them. And they mumbled that Swapna has married someone else but one girl comes everyday to visit him during the visiting hours and she always brings in red roses for him. Not even one day she missed visiting him. When they tried to talk, she always avoided sharing many details but said she is his friend and her name, is Chandana. The clock ticked 4:00 pm and Chandana walked into his room with red roses and she was happily surprised looking at him. He struggled to get up, as she came closer to him, he said, 

"I love you, meri  Chaandni" 

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