A bottle of Perfume

11 years old when I was, being a little gal, I adored sweet fragrances of perfume. Whenever I visited to nearby marketplace, I wanted one of those spraying bottles, which spread magic in air.

“Didi let’s try that, they smell wonderful.” I said delightedly pointing at the shop.  My elder sister was occupied in searching out for other stuffs and casually refused to accompany me. I too ignored the interest in visiting the shop alone.

After few days, it was the day I as a kid used to wait excitedly for. My birthday, I used to remind my family each day of its arrival. I was joyfully waiting for my surprise gift.  I loved gifts, even the tiniest one. In fact not just in childhood, I still do love them. My sister had helped me get dressed in my favourite pink new fancy Capri and paired pink top. She tied a pony too with my favourite pink band. She had gifted me a sweet card decorated extremely beautifully, along with a little white teddy. I hadn’t missed to hug him umpteenth time that day. My mom had brought blocks game for me, which I admired thankfully.

It was then, when I was occupied in playing with my new blocks, trying to attach them to make a house; my dad entered in my room. I looked up to watch him holding a box. It was a gift wrap. My eyes glint with shine of happiness. I always knew he brings me the best of gifts for me. The ones which might not be pricy but do touch my heart. They attach me strongly with him.

Happily I put my efforts to open the wrapped box. My happiness had no bounds when I saw a big glass box, in which was placed a perfume bottle. It was special. It was jasmine. It was wonderful.

I hugged my dad thanking him as many times I could in one breathe. He had blessed me giving a sweet kiss on my forehead.

Today morning while cleaning my room, when my mom mistakenly broke that bottle, which consumed not much liquid but fragrance of love in it, I felt sad.  Not because I can’t buy more perfume bottles but because that one contains lovely emotions and feelings.

I know it’s totally silly to dedicate this post to a little bottle of perfume, but gifts are not things. They hold the love endured in them, presented by a special hope that someone would be able to understand what we ought to express by gifting those things.

Dad I love you, for always bringing up such special gifts for me. Your gifts brings bundle of joy and happiness to my life, making moments memorable forever!

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Express yourself

I know it is a quick entry from my last one, as per my current record. Well, I thought it’s good if I be regular now.

(Ah! Liar me, speaks the lie very smartly)

Frankly, I wanted to share a one shot I had recently written. I am here to make you read that, with a hope that you grasp and understand the words, the message, the feelings behind it.

I am not letting you know what I wanted to express through it, I would want you to tell me. So here we go!!!

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The bottle spins leisurely on the table as everyone eyes were set on it. Slowing its speed, the thing stopped making its direction towards her.

“Kiah, you are caught!” The gang screamed her name aloud, pointing at the bottle.

The girl opened her eyes wide in distrust.
No! It shouldn’t have been her, she thought staring at the pair of eyes cornering her sitting opposite.

“Let’s make her dance, what do you say Rohan?” one of the girls exclaimed. Followed were many giggles at flushed expression of Kiah.

He nodded in rejection. The girl pouted and Kiah faked a smile. She was busy wondering what was coming next. Everyone laughed bemusedly as she bit her lower lip.

“Make her do sexy ramp walk. LOL!” the boys chuckled but were interrupted by his stern gaze. Kiah exhaled the breath she had been holding.

“Kiah…” Rohan spoke glancing directly in her eyes. All of them around went silent at that ‘awe’ moment.

Kiah knew it was not the right time and place to share an eye-lock and she rolled her eyes sideways.

“Do you want to confess something?” the question traveled with sensitively from his mouth to her ears as he spoke in his adorning voice. The hearts raced up at his statement.

“Me?”
“Yes!”
“Err… I don’t think so…”
“Sure?”

Each one of the present over there in the college canteen stared wildly at the couple. They knew that’s how they were meant to be, only if she took the initiative to confess her love courageously.

“I…I…” Kiah hesitated in the atmosphere, which had suddenly turned hot with so many gaping around at her.

“Say it Kiah!” Her friend kept a hand of comfort on her shoulder, trying to help her utter her words.

“I don’t want to confess anything” She let it go at once and quickly stood up to rush out of the scene.

“Wait!” Rohan blocked her path by his hand.

“But I want to…” he paused. “I love you!”

The word flowed out melodiously in his voice. Her time stopped, her feet freeze, her eyes fixed, her body still, her palpation increased and her mind wishing she could hear it endlessly.

“I love you, Kiah.” He muttered huskily nearing her, fulfilling her want.

Once again, she tried to connect their hearts to listen her. A huge sound of bell rang disturbing her.

“Oh shit! It’s the head-kicking professor class.” The crowd said disgusted and everyone left for the class ending her dream like reality.

“Come on Kiah, say it quick girl.” Rohan’s friend spoke excitedly supporting his unspoken desire.

“What?” she replied absent minded. Her mind and heart was yet admiring his features.

“Give the answer to his declaration of loving you. Don’t you love him?” the question came up speedily.

All of the eyes were at her now, including his, impatient for her to say the most awaited words.

Kiah felt as she was the deer caught in the headlights. She gulped.

“Let’s move up for class… we are getting late” Rohan said saddened.

He gave her a last look and walked off.

The answer of his declaration of loving you– The former words of the phrase stroke her. He truly loves you, dumb head pumpkin. She parted her lips to express, that their feelings were similar, but her voice was stuck midway. She couldn’t pronounce and disappointed, as she had made everyone, she left the place.