Now this is a VERY late entry in response to Shail’s Three Word Wednesday, but seeing that the next Wednesday is still a few hours away, I’m penning a few lines using the words drink, feeble and predict.
Disclaimer : The idea for this story is not mine. A very long time back, when I was a kid, I’d read a story on the same lines. At that time, I didn’t understand it, maybe that’s why it stuck with me all these years 😀 . This is my attempt to write my own story on the same premise. If anyone remembers/recollects the original, do let me know. Thanks 🙂 .
Here goes :-
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He looked at her once again. Was this the same girl he had known all along? Loved all this time?
He was showing her his palm and trying to explain all the intricate lines on it and she all but mocked him and turned her head away! Gone were the days when she would look at him with those limpid eyes and simply absorb all that he expressed.
Her skin was so fair, so delicate, he could make out the tiny intricate pattern of veins under it. A porcelain doll, he thought, but then, he didn’t really know what a porcelain doll looked like. At least, not then.
He made another feeble attempt to attract her attention, but she just yawned and turned her back on him.
The cheek!!
He turned a bit and looked at her. She was sleeping. So peaceful, so angelic.
Why did she have that effect on him?? Why did he feel so possessive of her? So protective?!
He tried to think back to the first time he’d seen her, but it seemed a distant memory. It seemed as though they knew each other forever. But he knew exactly when he had fallen for her. The time she had done those flips, her body graceful and light, like a butterfly!! He didn’t know anyone who could move like that. Her laughter accompanied her moves and he was smitten. Who could resist that tinkling sound?!
Who could predict that after all this time, she would finally get bored of him. No, not bored. Indifferent was more like it. Yes. She was indifferent towards him. And that hurt. Hurt real bad in a sense he couldn’t explain, even to himself.
She woke up shortly and he asked her if she’d like her drink. She just shook her head and said no. She didn’t look all that well and he felt the first stirrings of panic. She had a stricken look on her face. He tried to hold her hand, to console her, but her hand lay limp in his. He could see that she was far more afraid than he was.
All of a sudden, there was a rush of water in their room. It hit them hard and before he could think, flood, she was pulled away from him. He saw her scream, the mouth wide open, her voice silenced by all that water. He tried in vain to grab her, to hold her before she was so rudely torn away from him, but it was futile. The current was strong and within seconds he was caught up too, screaming and kicking and trying to escape the force but totally helpless and exhausted by the time he was thrown out of the door.
He blinked hard, it was so bright outside, it hurt his eyes. Why was everything dry here. Where was She?? Who were all these people?!!
“Congrats Mrs. S. Here is the other one. It’s a boy this time . Your twins look healthy. Enjoy them 🙂 ” , said the nurse handing the woman her second baby.
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What exactly happened here? The father was dreaming eh? Sorry but I understood the flow till the flood started.
And is this a real story? 😉
Uh-Oh G!!
Looks like I bungled up somewhere!!
The story is from the point of view of the baby boy, inside the womb.
And no, this isn’t a real story 😀
But when I first read the original, which was actually about a conversation between the two babies inside (when I was around 10-11 years old), I had decided that I wanted twins, no matter what!!
Alas, I had twins, but through C-sec 😦
Aww so cute!! Your story about being determined to have twins, i mean 🙂
And now the story makes sense. Sorry, I am a bit slow that way. Very cute story!
Thanks G 🙂
Noor, fantastically written, great job
Try more of them …
What is the significance of the bold letters and what is the “drink” ?
Hi Srihari, thanks for the compliment 🙂
The three words, Drink, Feeble and Predict were given by shail (of shailsnest.com).
We had to use these three words in a post (preferably a story) .
This was my attempt at it 🙂
oh i c, and what is the drink here?
Amniotic fluid 😀
LOL, Your wish was the universe’s command. You wished for twins and now you have them. Nice drink by the way 😛
LOL!
Looks like I wished real hard for the twins 😀
Not suer about the drink though 😀
Sure , we had it when we were babies, but who remembers 😉
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