A story..

P.S: This was written on 1st july. Was languishing in the drafts for 2-3 days now ๐Ÿ™‚

I have been shying away from responding to comments for some time. I have no excuses why. For some reason, the power supply at home has been really hap hazard. Its on and off every few hours. ย Well I didnt really start this post for giving you guys update about my life..

I was traveling in the cab, when this snippet of conversation simply came into my mind. I loved it so much that I created this story in and around it. Hope you love it as much as I did. And yes. I will soon be replying to your emails and your comments and also, visiting you guys.

And yes! We are planning to go to this “haunted house” next weekend! I am so excited yay!!!

I haven’t named this story coz I have no clue what to name it as!


How far would you risk your life for your art? ” He asked sardonically to one and all, while Jessica looked on admiringly.

She was lucky to have got the chance to work under Peter Green. He was one of the best photographer the world had come across. If he was arrogant, so what? She was willing to overlook that for all that he had taught her in 3 months. She hadn’t learnt that in 3 years that she spent in the university, even after devoted application.

When anyone praised her to him he would say, “Oh yes, she has talent. So what? Many do. What she will do with her talent is yet to be seen.

She wished, for once, he would acknowledge, she had as much passion as him for her vocation. It wasn’t just that. Photography was a religion and her camera, her god.

Its been six years, since she was an intern. Six long years. Providence had smiled on her. Today, she was a photographer to be reckoned with. Tauted as the only competition for the exemplary Peter Green, she had arrived in the international scene. If only he would accept that.

Jessica had long out grown her puppy crush on him. She now found him irritating, high handed and veritably pig headed. She had fought tooth and nail with him for the current assignment. And it was a hard won fight. She hadn’t won outright, but inched through. She had challenged him to do this assignment alongside her and gracefully said, may the best photo win.

His face, had been a joy to look upon. Recalling that thunderous face, Jessica chuckled as she settled for her next shot. She would show him, she was no less than him.

She adjusted her focus and changed the angle. But for some reason, the shot she had plan didn’t come through. At the edge of the cliff, she was rankling for a sweeping shot of the ravines down below. She had a fear of heights. She knew it was stupid for her to try for this shot. But his mocking eyes and those damnable eye brows raised in bemused expression flashed through her internal eye.

Damn him! She thought and inched till the edge. Vertigo seemed to slowly rise through her body and she precariously sat at the edge. She sat there for some time till the uneasiness settled and then aimed for her shot.

Finally happy with herself, she revelled in the beauty around her. The absolute stillness of the mountains gave her a sense of peace. ย Soon it was inching towards the dusk and she tried to get up from the edge. She simply couldn’t manage. It was just to scary. She tried to get help but the signal of her mobile phone was down.

She was startled by a voice saying, ” I can push you down and no one would know, you know? Or better yet, I can simply leave you here for the wild animals to make a meal out of you“.

She knew he would be around. It wasn’t much of a surprise. ย Peter Green had a knack of finding her in the worst situations.

But you wouldn’t will you?” she quipped

And why wouldn’t I?

Its just not your style. And besides, you have a competition to win. How can you win when you have no competition?. People would immortalize me like Marilyn Monroe. Who knows that better than you ?

Interesting thought. But no one will remember you if your body isn’t found. Don’t delude your self!

It would have been true may be. But ย you like to win. And you can be satisfied with your winning only against worthy opponent. ย I inspire you to do better. You are bored of being the best in the bunch of ninnies. You need me to make better art. Come on accept it! I am your only competition. You can never lose me.

The better way would be to simply steal your camera” he said pointing to the camera lying quite far away from her. She had pushed it to safety. “I am sure it is a wonderful shot and worth the risk. Else you wouldnt have taken the risk. I have taught you well

Of all the the things! The arrogant pig! She thought. He always could rile her up and he knew this. She could sense his upturned smile. Her fears were nothing but fun for him! She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her scared.

Oh so you agree I am as good as you if not better eh? I must threaten your talent indeed for you to contemplate stealing my pictures. But you know what.. I show hope and you portrayย  cynicism. No one will ever believe those pictures are yours.ย  Those who understand your art atleast. And they are the ones who matters isn’t it ?

God he loved this girl. She could sit with trembling feet at the edge of death and yet spar with him in words! He loved her grit, her humor her sharp wit and more than that.. he loved that she captured hope. She gave hope to him!

Ah! That is the only intelligent point you’ve said so far. And for that I will save you.. on one condition..

I knew this sounded too good to be true.. what do you want chicken head? You want me to withdraw from the competition?

Withdraw from something you would lose anyway? How can I waste this opportunity on that! Besides.. I just know how I would rub your face on the ground when my photo is chosen. Nah.. I want something more permanant kinds

what do you want?”, she asked a bit suspiciously

Will you marry me?” he smiled.

She looked at him for sometime and asked. “Do I have a choice ?”.ย  Sigh. “Yes I will

And they lived happily ever after. Nay. And then they fought happily ever after.

And if you are wondering who won the competition ? It was him. He had taken a photo of her sitting on the edge trying to be fearless while she was scared shitless. She was happy for him. After all it was a photo of her.. if not” her” photo ๐Ÿ™‚


It was just this conversation.. but I couldnt recapture the exact feel or the exact words. I hate when that happens. I even thought of a poem.. but lost it in my sleep ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

P.P.S: This story is dedicated to Indyeah. Well this is not too mushy babes.. but there you go.. full of romance for you! ๐Ÿ˜€


8 thoughts on “A story..

  1. I thought it was , err..Cute ๐Ÿ™‚ But I also thought that it was so simple! Perhaps, thats why I like it:) And nice wordplay. its not your best shot but its come out well!:)

  2. I LOVED it! ๐Ÿ˜€
    Loved it ๐Ÿ˜€
    are you kidding me?
    its chockfull of mush and romance ๐Ÿ˜€
    ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€
    thank you darling ๐Ÿ™‚
    and you do have a knack of telling them just so *sigh*

  3. I loved the line where you talk about hope and cynicism. One of those lines which snugly fit into the scheme of things – to use another analogue like a glacier fluently becoming a river down a sun-warmed mountain.

    “cute” is perhaps the word indeed.

    a photo of her… not her photo… I loved it there.

    And wasn’t that going to be the only way he would win the competition? And I thought she had surmounted her puppy crush?;) (did it become love???)

  4. Beautiful story beautifully written. You are amazing!! This is as beautiful as the lovely story you wrote about a rainy day… remember the one that Blog Adda selected? This one deserves to be there too. Or published.

    Absolutely loved it… and do you know I really did fear that he might get her out of the way and kill her!

    Me: I originally planned something different. However indyeah wanted romance. And thats what I delivered ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

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