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A woman…

There are two men sitting in the booth of a diner eating dinner together and talking. A woman sits outside in a parked car, watching them through the window. Who are they? What is their relationship to one another? What are the men discussing? What is the woman thinking? What does she do next? Write a story that opens with this scene and explores these questions.


She looked at the men sitting by the window of the diner. And at once she remembered that day: the day Raj had proposed her. She remembered seeing him through the same window. He was exactly sitting in that same booth, in that same place, gathering his courage to ask the biggest question of his life; and his friend Rohit sitting by his side trying to boost his confidence before the D-moment.prop

Today, the two strangers and the familiar diner made her remember all of that again.


She was tired and had started feeling a little stupid by now. Her eyes swelling and red, she felt pity for herself and realised, that no more, no more can she be strong. This time, it was way too much for her. She needed to let those tears take over her, at last. That’s when she decided to pull over. She knew not where she had reached by now, for she had only kept driving. She was too broken to think.

She looked out and saw the familiar place. She was outside the same diner that he had proposed her in, a little over thirteen years from now. God, she was so happy that day, finally had he realised that not all marriages break up like his parents’ did. Finally she was getting to be his, forever. All those memories rushed into her, filling her with all the nostalgic feelings of tears and smiles. She decided to spend some more time there, sitting in her porche, alone on her 13th Wedding Anniversary, all by herself, weeping, as her own life mocked at her. She peeped inside that diner reviving her memories. Yes, the place has changed a lot since then, but she liked the older place more. She had a strong reason for it, didn’t she?

She looked at the two strangers again. Her eyes found a couple sitting by the window, sitting right behind the two men. They looked young enough to be in their early twenties: when there’s still time for all the silliness in the world, when there is still time for all those enchanting romance, when the passion of first love is still breathing slow beneath their hearts, when one isn’t bored, when everything in life seemed fresh as a dew.

She remembered him now, her first love. Raj. She remembered those playful conversations, those cute little acts that he did, only to make her smile. Her smile meant the world to him, he said. Even after so long, the thought made her happy. She smiled. She remembered the time when he had travelled alone, all the way to Delhi on an unreserved train ticket. Just because she had said she was feeling lonely. Boy! That guy could forget his world for her, or maybe she was his world. She smiled again.

“You are my princess”, said Raj. “Oh, c’mon, you couldn’t even get me a chocolate today. Did I not tell you to get me a chocolate every time you come to meet me? ” saying so she pumpkinned her mouth. He loved that look on her face, when her cute tiny nose went all red with anger, and her cheeks started swelling like pumpkins. He laughed and asked “Is that how you weigh my love: just with a little chocolate?” “As if you don’t know how much of a chocaholic I am”, she retaliated. “My cute little princess, there’s not even a word as that, Ha Ha!”proposal

He let out his loud laughter. She gave a tight punch with her little fist on his shoulder, believing she would hurt him a little. But little that she knew, he even enjoyed getting those blows from her. “Did you kill an ant?” he teased her. She went all red, swelling more in her mouth. That’s when he pulled out five of her favourite chocolates from his pocket, teasing her again. “I really don’t know why people make these? Who eats them!?” and she, with a big broad smile jumped for them, snatching them off his hand. “Awww…!” she said, “Thank You…!”

Their giggling memories faded away from Ayesha’s mind, leaving her with big broad smiles, just like those when she had seen those chocolates then.

She remembered the day they had got married. Those final hours of separation seemed like a lifetime to her. She remembered herself feeling nervous for the first time; she remembered how she felt like a woman that day. Though she was surprised at herself that day: seeing how much she had grown; from daddy’s little girl, to the wife of her love. She was proud of herself that day. She felt herself take the first step towards being something that was the hardest thing for a girl to become: a woman. She remembered when she walked towards the holy Agni (fire), she was so afraid and nervous, that she thought she might fall. She remembered when she felt those scary feelings run away, just when she stole a glance of his hand, when she had reached her place for the day. She wondered later: at the power of love, how only a glimpse of his fingers had chased all her fears away, she cried a little feeling lucky to have loved someone that much. She felt luckier when she realised Raj loved her even more. She remembered all those holy feelings. She remembered how she had closed her eyes when he had given her something that her changed her life forever in: Sindoor. sindoor1She felt that chill run down her spine again; she felt her eyes get moist again.

She remembered those pooja mantras, she remembered those 7 vows. Yes! She remembered them! She remembered how she promised to be by his side, through sickness and in health, for richer or for poor, for better or for worse… And that paralysed her for a moment: how could she do it? How could she abandon him when he needed her the most? For, it’s not his fault that the accident has left him as a five year old in his mind? What can he do, when all he remembers now is his fifth birth day and his parents? That now longer was he a man: but rather converted into a 35 year old infant who gets mad at the littlest discomfort? What was his fault, that now, he has become what many people might call: mentally retarded. She cursed herself for using that word. But now, she knew what to do. 

She regained her calm, and turned into that 23 year old girl who loved Raj with all the passion, and in her mind, turned Raj into that groom who gave her strength, exactly 13 years ago.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She peeped inside the diner and thanked the two strangers for making her remember all these that she had almost forgotten. Sometimes strangers help us more than friends, she wondered. And drove towards her Raj, with her heart full of love, her face devoid of any frown lines, and her mind full of calm and tolerance. She had now become what every girl strives to become: a woman.


ps-this post is dedicated to all the Indian Women.