Book Review – The Night Circus

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As the name suggests, the story is about a circus – Le Cirque des Rêves – that opens only at night. But it is not an ordinary circus where animals play stunts and jokers humiliate themselves before the audience. It is a circus that is larger than life and every person associated with it is brilliant showcasing their unparalleled craft. While spectators revel in the extraordinary talent show and enjoy the various eats stalls, no one realizes that the circus is actually an arena for a competition.

Two great magicians create the circus to enter into a competition; however, it’s not they who actually fight, but their respective proteges Celia and Marco. The two young magicians have been trained since childhood for this fierce competition, and neither of them knows that in this game, only one can be left standing. It’s not a duel with swords, but a battle of imagination. Everything would have gone brilliantly except that the older instructors hadn’t counted on their proteges falling in love – a spiritual and magical kind of love.

In spite of their love, they remain bonded to the circus because the fate of the circus and of everyone involved with it; from the performers to the patrons hangs precariously on their game. Read the book to find out if Celia and Marco are able to outplay the game and save the circus?

Review

Let me tell you that The Night Circus is not an easy book to review.

The book catches your attention as soon as you read the excerpt –

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night.

The author paints a larger than life image of the night circus – there is intrigue, mystery and excitement. The one of its kind black-and-white clock made to order by a German horlogier, each performer hand picked for his or her unique skill and the foods available at the stalls which can be found nowhere in the world; it actually made me long to visit such a circus. The circus neither is just a venue nor it is just a talent show, but it is like a breathing and living person in the book. The story starts and ends with the circus.

All the characters are well sketched especially Celia and Marco, Chandresh – the founder of the Circus, the horlogier who becomes an ardent fan of the circus and the twins. However, I had a feeling that some of the characters were not reasonably dealt with in the end.

The love story between Celia and Marco simmers slowly, takes years to mature and spans over decades. It might test your patience at times.

The detailed description of how the young magicians were trained for the competition is quite entertaining. Also, the description of the circus and its various components is a delight to read. And, the narration is sheer poetry.

Excerpts from the book

The ticket booth clearly visible behind the gates is closed and barred. The tents are still, save for when they ripple ever so slightly in the wind. The only movement within the circus is the clock that ticks by the passing minutes, if such a wonder of sculpture can even be called a clock. The circus looks abandoned and empty. But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp scent of the autumn leaves. A subtle sweetness at the edges of the cold. The sun disappears completely beyond the horizon, and the remaining luminosity shifts from dusk to twilight. 

 First, there is a popping sound. It is barely audible over the wind and conversation. A soft noise like a kettle about to boil for tea. Then comes the light. All over the tents, small lights begin to flicker, as though the entirety of the circus is covered in particularly bright fireflies. The waiting crowd quiets as it watches this display of illumination. Someone near you gasps. A small child claps his hands with glee at the sight. When the tents are all aglow, sparkling against the night sky, the sign appears.

They stand entwined but not touching, their heads tilted toward each other. Lips frozen in the moment before (or after) the kiss. Though you watch them for some time they do not move. No stirring of fingertips or eyelashes. No indication that they are even breathing. “They cannot be real,” someone nearby remarks.
Many patrons only glance at them before moving on, but the longer you watch, the more you can detect the subtlest of motions. The change in the curve of a hand as it hovers near an arm. The shifting angle of a perfectly balanced leg. Each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch.

Wait till you read the description of the black-and-white custom clock. It’s a torture to read and fantasize but not be able to see it for yourself.

Verdict

Erin Morgenstern writes beautifully. She has written a book about magicians, illusions and enchantments, love and star-crossed lovers, however, I would have preferred a bit more story. Truthfully, I was disappointed with the end. For a book that started with such a bang, it lost its luster.

However, if you prefer powerful storytelling over the plot, then the Night Circus is definitely your book. Read it for its lyrical and evocative storytelling.

I am taking part in the Write Tribe Reading Challenge and I have opted to read 24 books this year (though I am hoping to read more). There are 24 prompts given, and this book adheres to one of them. Seriously, only one!!

2. A book written by a Female author

19. A book written by an author who is new to you

 

#TellTaleThursday – Innocent Wish

Prompt – You make a wish at midnight and it comes true..

Innocent Wish

Jenny came home from school. She threw her bag on the floor, flung her shoes in the air and sat on the kitchen stool with a surly face.

Her mother asked, “What’s wrong Jenny? Why are you sulking?”

“All my friends got new gifts for Christmas, except me,” she complained. “Sonia got a new pair of rollerblades, Ron got a football, Amy got a cool pair of gloves and Tina got a new prosthetic leg.”

“But you did get a Christmas gift, remember?”

“A black cardigan from the Salvation Army does not count as a gift,” Jenny retorted. Her mother didn’t like the tone of the little girl, but she was not wrong either. She wasn’t able to gift Jenny anything new for the last couple of years.

“OK, do one thing. Tonight at midnight, make a wish and I promise it will get fulfilled,” her mother promised. She could spare some savings for a new doll.

Jenny was ecstatic and couldn’t wait for the midnight. At the stroke of midnight, she made a wish. A simple wish.

The next morning, her mother came to Jenny’s room to wake her up for school. She saw her daughter was surrounded by strange things around her. She could see Rollerblades, a football, a golden ring, a parrot and what was that! Was it an artificial leg? She gasped.

What did her daughter wish for?

Can you guess what was Little Jenny’s wish??

Note:

We have discontinued with the weekly linky party. However, we will be sharing the prompts with our stories. Feel free to write on the prompts every Thursday. You can share the links in the comment section. We promise to read it. There is no word limit anymore. 

We request you to kindly share our links in your posts. <#TellTalethursday with @anshu and @priya so that others can reach us.

As always, write bold write unique. 

#TellTaleThursday – 3rd January 2019

The rules are simple:

  • Write a story, complete in itself.
  • Check spelling, grammar, and punctuation.
  • Copy and paste your Story URL to the inLinkz list.
  • The story should be up to 250 words.
  • Add this line < #TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya > at the end of the post.
  • Read, comment and share – spread the love.

Hello Folks! Wish you a very Happy New Year 2019!! May you read more and write more.

This is the picture prompt for today!!

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Word count – 245 Words

Like old times

As soon as he pushed open the crumbling wooden door and stepped into the courtyard, his eyes fell on the cycle. Throwing his backpack on the ground, he rushed to the cycle. He remembered when his father had bought him this cycle, how excited he was. It was the best day of his life. Jumping on his cycle, he had gone to the village square to meet his friends, Suri and Lallan. The cycle became their flying carpet, the three would be seen driving around the whole village on a triple ride.

Then one day, the inevitable happened. All three of them fell for the village belle. The best friends fought bitterly about who would have her. He lost. The next morning, he left the village to build his destiny.

Something clicked in his mind. Taking off his t-shirt, he dusted the cycle. The chain was rusty and the handle bar was a little askew, otherwise it looked as good as new. He walked to the lone cycle repair shop who mended the cycle within no time.

Riding on the cycle, he took a nostalgic trip down to the village square. The village looked frozen in time. He met Suri and Lallan there. The three looked at one other for a long time, unsure of what to say or do. Overcoming their awkwardness, they at last hugged each other. The three friends sat on the cycle and in a triple ride drove around the village.

 

#TellTaleThursday – 25th October 2018

The rules are simple:

  • Write a story, complete in itself.
  • Check spelling, grammar, and punctuation.
  • Copy and paste your Story URL to the inLinkz list.
  • The story should be up to 250 words.
  • Add this line < #TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya > at the end of the post.
  • Read, comment and share – spread the love.

Halloween is round the corner. How could we claim to be fiction writers and not spin a spooky yarn on the most awaited scariest/spookiest festival of the year.

So here’s the prompt for this week!

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Word count – 244 Words

Trick or Treat?

She was not too enthusiastic about this Halloween party. If truth be told, she was scared of anything that reminded her of ghosts, witches, sorcery or anything paranormal. But, she couldn’t afford to miss this one. It was a new job and the invitation had come from the boss himself.

Around midnight, she reached the address mentioned in the invite. The driveway was decorated with huge jack-o-lanterns; each carved pumpkin more sinister looking than the other one. Berating herself for the wild imagination, she entered the house.

There were many people, but she couldn’t spot anyone from her workplace. She headed to the bar. A few drinks inside her system and she felt confident enough to sway on the music.

When she woke up, her head was pounding. She didn’t feel like opening her eyes. But she had a feeling she must. She opened her eyes and what she saw made her close them again. She had seen an empty house with no door, broken windows and giant cobwebs hanging from the ceiling.

Where was she? Where did others go? There was no trace of the party. Confused and scared she went outside. This was the same house she had entered the previous evening, but it looked so different in the daylight. It was an abandoned house. Had she dreamed it all?

Just when she decided to get her head examined she saw a jack-o-lantern hiding behind the bush. No, she hadn’t imagined it.

My Journey of A to Z Blogging Challenge

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April is over!! And with it the Blogchatter’s A to Z blogging challenge. What a month it was!! Assimilating thoughts, writing them down, reading posts of fellow bloggers and tweeting like crazy… Wow!! I still can’t believe I did it all.

I came to know about AtoZ challenge from a blogger friend in mid March. I read about the challenge and found it fascinating. I realized it was time I stepped out of my weekly blogging comfort and challenged myself to write daily.

Finding a theme was the most difficult part. I went over a few interesting themes, but then I thought I should write about the one that was the closest to my heart. And so I chose to write about a woman who is so influenced by her past that she refuses to appreciate her present. However, she realizes this in time and saves her future.

During the last 30 days, I met quite a few bloggers who I didn’t know before, we read each others’ posts daily, commented on them (critiqued and appreciated them all in a respectable manner) and became like a big happy family. Every morning, I would wake up desperate to read new posts and comments on my posts. It was so exhilarating.

My takeaways from this challenge:

  • If you believe in yourself, you can do it. There is no challenge greater than your spirit.
  • There is a beautiful blogging universe out there. You just have to reach out to them, and they will be there for you!
  • Read, read and read other blogs. You come across so many novel ideas.

I have made some amazing friends over the month whom I can’t thank enough. Also, they have taught me a lot:

  • Shalini who has read such fascinating books and whose book reviews urge you to leave everything there and then to go grab a copy for yourself. https://www.shalzmojo.in/
  • Balaka Basu who portrayed her characters so well that you wanted to meet each one of them. – https://trinalooksback.com/
  • Deepa Karthik who is one of the wisest bloggers I have met. Her posts are simple, wise and full of universal truth. – https://syncwithdeep.wordpress.com/
  • Neethu in whom I see my reflection. Her posts are quirky and fun just like her. https://outlawnee.wordpress.com/
  • Priya who is a master of all forms of writing. Be it poems, caligrams, sci-fis or murder mysteries. https://priyreflects.com/
  • Seema who fascinated me with the description of beautiful old houses of India and her lovely illustrations. https://lonelycanopyblog.wordpress.com/
  • Aesha who told me about this contest and saw me through it. Her understanding of midlife is practical, fun and deep. https://aeshasmusings.com/
  • Akshata who wrote a lovely story about Myra, a strong woman we all aspire to be. https://akswrites.com/
  • Anagha who kept us in splits with the funny anecdotes of Mrs. Chitterchatter and her nutty family. https://canvaswithrainbow.com/
  • Meha who has observed people from close quarters and shared their storied s through the soul of a dog residing in the colorful Rainbow society.  https://oflifeanditsfollies.wordpress.com/
  • Dipika who wrote insightful articles on parenting. She understands the problems from the viewpoint of a child and gives practical solutions.  http://www.gleefulblogger.com/
  • Meena who made us proud of our Indian heritage all over again. https://balconysunrise.wordpress.com/
  • Ashwini who wrote about issues many would be only too glad to brush them under the carpet. A true feminist! https://ashwinis-perceptions.blogspot.in/
  • Shirley who wrote about medical conditions in depth. https://riseandsoar.com/
  • Rashmi who wrote on such a wide array of interesting topics. https://bewildagain.wordpress.com/
  • Shilpa who wrote fascinating stories on anything under the sun. https://shilpanairy.wordpress.com/

And many other bloggers, especially Amit from @doc2poet, Mahak from @babyandbeyondin and Rohan from RohanKachalia.com who I read from time to time but couldn’t pursue for lack of time.

Now that the contest is over, I feel this kind of void. My mornings are dull, it feels there is not much to look forward to. However, a few of my blogger friends suggested I should get my story published into an ebook through Blogchatter. I am currently busy with preparing the manuscript.

I know it’s too early to say this, but I think I am already prepared for the next Blogchatter AtoZ blogging challenge, 2019.

 

 

 

 

Zest for life

This story is part of a novella – A girl was born

Do check out the first and the subsequent chapters – https://firsttimemommy.net/category/a-z-blogging-challenge-2018/

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The society didn’t take her divorce kindly; she was made out to be a villain. Many of their common friends sided with Nikhil and avoided her. Tia refused to talk to her initially as she blamed her for wrecking their beautiful family. Even her parents, her father in particular was shocked when he came to know that she was separating from Nikhil.

“Have you turned mad? Have your crazy hormones taken over your mind as well? Who leaves a husband like Nikhil? Does he beat you, does he starve you or does he not take care of you?”

“You mean he is a cash cow, yes, he is. He is also a very good husband. But, I couldn’t be a good wife to him. I don’t love him.”

“Love!! Huh!! What has love ever given you anything? What has love ever given anyone anything? Forget about love and start living in reality. Unless you change your decision to separate from Nikhil, don’t try to contact or meet us.”

In spite of all lack of support, Tara had not only survived but thrived.

She had put all her energy and efforts in building up a new life, and she was successful at it. She was the Director of one of the best and most sought-after schools in town. She also ran a non-profitable school for kids of the streets and slums. And, she still had a long way to go. Today, she was going to be felicitated by the Hon. Education Minister of State for her contribution to the education industry.

She was too old for climbing trees, but Tara felt she had wings and she was meant for soaring high. She realised that she was a more capable person when she was not chasing around a man or when she was not forcefully bound to one. Love was a beautiful sentiment, but it was definitely not for her. It’s not that she didn’t miss that ‘special someone’ in her life, the warm person lying next to her on the bed that she could call her own or the person she could grow old with. But she didn’t have time for regrets. She had very little time and quite a lot to accomplish.

The doorbell rang breaking into her daydream. Tara climbed down the stairs to open the door. It was Nikhil. He had insisted on accompanying them to Tara’s felicitation ceremony. Tara didn’t refuse. Nikhil was a good man. He was the only man who had stood by her, in spite of everything. The new marriage suited Nikhil. He looked happier and healthier. Tara noted.

“You are beautiful, Tara,” there was a look of genuine appreciation in his eyes. Nikhil had changed. That was the first compliment he had ever given to her.

“I know!” Tara agreed.

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Thank you for reading Tara’s story and appreciating it. Tara let her Yesterday ruin her Today, fortunately she held herself before she could ruin her Tomorrow too.

I wanted to project three realities of life through this story –

  • The dusky complexion of Tara is a continuous backdrop. I have suffered it first hand, and thus wanted to show how it can affect young minds. Sadly, even after almost 40 years, things haven’t changed much. We still have fairness creams available in the market and we still believe fair is more beautiful.
  • Midlife is that phase of life when most women are hit with an identity crisis. Kids are leaving home for studies or are getting married. Women don’t know what to make out of their life. The menopause and the loss of hormones don’t help either. That is the reason I have put action in Tara’s 40s. She hits midlife, but she doesn’t let age stop her. She starts anew at an age when most of us are too wary of fresh beginnings. She finds ambition in life for the first time and is raring to go.
  • Thirdly, the biggest reality of life. We ignore what we have in life, because we are too busy crying for something we don’t have.

Yesterday Today Tomorrow

This story is part of a novella – A girl was born

Do check out the first and the subsequent chapters – https://firsttimemommy.net/category/a-z-blogging-challenge-2018/

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Seven years later. Tia was getting ready for the party. She was late. Nikhil would be coming any moment now to pick them up. Tara was already dressed and ready.

She went up the stairs to check up on Tia. Tia was in Tara’s bedroom, standing in front of the mirror, applying makeup with a deft hand. She confidently dabbed rouge on her high cheeks, put kohl in her eyes and coloured her lips a soft mauve. Giving a final brush to her long, silky hair, she turned to face Tara.

“You are so beautiful, Tia.” This was true. Tia’s skin was dusky just like Tara’s and hence, Tara has always feared that Tia would be meted out the same punishment as she had at the hands of the society. She remembered how people would side up with her more beautiful friends in the college and completely ignored Tara as if she didn’t exist. As if she wasn’t standing there at all.

She remembered how her relatives would say to her parents, “Any man would do for Tara. She should be lucky if she got married at all.” She tried to ignore those hurtful words, but she couldn’t. They had become a part of her existence and pinched and pricked her constantly.

But, Tia was different. She didn’t care for what the society thought of her. She never had any qualms about her complexion. She rejoiced in her beauty. She carried herself with grace and confidence, something Tara never had.

“Mama, you are beautiful too. Let me show you.” And before Tara could protest, she dragged Tara to the settee in front of the mirror and made her sit on it.

“Your father should be here, Tia. You don’t want to keep him waiting.”

“He can wait. After all, he would be getting to escort two lovely ladies today.” Tia laughed.

Tara’s idea of makeup was limited to kohl and lipstick, but Tia put rouge on her cheeks, mascara on her eyelashes and winged eye liner on her eye lids. She then removed the band with which Tara had secured her hair and brushed them till they shone.

“Open your eyes, mama!” Tia asked and Tara complied. Tara looked in the mirror and found a different woman.

“See mama, you are so beautiful.”

“All kids find their mothers beautiful. Plus, makeup is bound to make you beautiful.” Tara joked.

“Maybe. But you are beautiful through and through. Why don’t you accept it, ma?”

“What you did, not many women can do. You could have stayed with daddy in a loveless marriage, but you didn’t. Thanks to you, daddy found Sheel (Tia called her stepmother with her first name at her behest), a dear woman who actually loves him. And, I have never seen you jealous or regretting that decision. You are today’s woman – bold and unconventional.”

Tara was proud of her daughter. She was unlike many young girls of her age. She had more wisdom and better perception than Tara had at her age. Nikhil and Tara had raised their daughter well.

It was time she told him about Himanshu. After all, Tia was at the age when Tara had already met Himanshu. She would understand why Tara did what she did.

“Mama, what are you thinking?” Tia asked. Tara shook her head and smiled at her daughter.

Tia was right. She had broken many rules and paid a huge price for it.

Read the final and concluding chapter of Tara’s life tomorrow. 

(e)Xcess Baggage

This story is part of a novella – A girl was born

Do check out the first and the subsequent chapters – https://firsttimemommy.net/category/a-z-blogging-challenge-2018/

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Over the weekend with Tia away, Tara got much time to think things through. She revisited her past and realized what a mess she had managed to make of her life. This was not what she had wanted. She had wanted love, but not at the cost of her life. This love had taken away her sense, her values and all ambition from her. This love had made her selfish. It had ruined her life. All she had to show of her life’s achievement was her daughter! She couldn’t even be a good wife. The realisation pinched her. Hiding her face in her palms, Tara cried for a long time. It was probably the last time she would ever cry.

By the time Nikhil came home the following Tuesday, Tara had made up her mind to tell him the truth. Her husband deserved that. Over dinner, Tara was quiet while Tia talked. Once dinner was over and plates cleared away, Tia retired to her room. It was a school night and she still had to finish some lessons before going to sleep. When Nikhil entered the bedroom, Tara had already changed into her nightclothes and was standing by the window. She was too restless to sit.

“I want to talk to you.” She said to her husband. He nodded.

“I met Himanshu. Do you know who he is?” She asked.

He nodded. “I learnt about him from your sister ages ago. You met him. And?”

“Nothing happened.” She announced.

Nikhil let go of the breath he was not even aware he was holding. It was audible.

“But, it could have, Nikhil.”

If Tara hadn’t seen Nikhil’s eyes dilating, she would have said that this piece of news hadn’t affected him in the slightest. His face betrayed no other emotion. No insults or angry recriminations came from his side.

“Aren’t you bothered?” She couldn’t contain herself and finally asked.

“Yes, I am.”

“Then why aren’t you angry at me? Why aren’t you shouting at me? I am your wife and I almost committed adultery. How can you just sit there and talk so calmly as if nothing has happened?” Tara wanted to know. Had she been in his place, she would have created a huge hue and cry over it.

“I am angry. I am also feeling helpless, but shouting has never been my style, you of all people should know that. Also, I am not surprised at this turn of events.” He announced quietly. Tara looked at him. What did he say? She looked at him confused.

“I knew you married me out of obligation to your parents. But, I really thought you would come around someday. You tried your best, but you were not happy in this relationship. Hence, I dreaded that someday you would find someone else and quit this marriage. The only thing I hadn’t counted on was that “someone” would be Himanshu.”

“So basically, not only I am not surprised, but also in a way, I am relieved.” Of all the things, this was not what she had expected to hear.

“Relieved. Why?”

“Because we have finally reached that milestone.”

This was a surreal conversation. They were talking so peacefully that they might have been discussing Tia’s school grades.

“So, what now?” asked Nikhil. Though his face was impassive, his eyes betrayed his eagerness.

“I think that I have got that closure. Himanshu was the ghost from my past that I was finally capable of chasing away. I was crazy to think that I could find happiness in my past.”

“Past haunts us, but it seldom becomes our future, Tara!”

He was a wise man, Tara always knew that. But, for the first time Tara realised that Mr. Darcy came in different shapes and sizes, thoughts and temperaments. It was a pity he could never be her Mr. Darcy.

“You are right. Pity, I didn’t have that wisdom before.”

“I hope you can now see me differently and not the man your parents asked you to marry.” Nikhil continued. Tara shook her head.

“Nikhil, it has taken me a long time to realise that I am not in love with Himanshu. It has taken me an equal amount of time to understand that if I haven’t been able to love you in the last sixteen years, nothing will make me do now.”

“What are you saying, Tara?”

“That it’s time we dissolved this sham of a marriage. I have suffered enough chasing love and so have you. Let’s stop this chasing around and think about being happy. We deserve it, you of all people do. I have been selfish all these years and you have borne with me, I want to be selfish one more time and set you free.”

Tara’s face was set in a determined resolve. For the first time in their marriage, Nikhil really saw Tara as the sure and confident one.

Himanshu is now Tara’s past, seems like Nikhil is too! What does Tara have in mind! Find out tomorrow! 

Water under the bridge

This story is part of a novella – A girl was born

Do check out the first and the subsequent chapters – https://firsttimemommy.net/category/a-z-blogging-challenge-2018/

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“I loved you, Himanshu, like there was no tomorrow. I could have followed you to the end of the world, if only you had asked me to. But, not anymore. That ship has already sailed.” As she was saying these words, she realized they were true. She no longer loved Himanshu.

“So, what was this. Were you getting even with me for what I supposedly did to you years ago?­”

“Seriously, the thought never even entered my mind. After you left, I thought it was the end of my life. I married Nikhil only because I had to. I didn’t love him as I should have, because I thought I loved you. But, meeting you has made me realise that I was wrong. I loved you before, that’s the truth, but I don’t know when I stopped loving you.”

You wouldn’t have been here if you had loved Nikhil.” His words hit her, because they were true.

“Tara, I am not talking of a one-night stand here. We have something special between us. I want you with me.” He tried gathering her in his arms again.

Tara pushed him. “It has always been about what you want. Eighteen years ago, you wanted to go to London, you did. You wanted to marry someone else, you did. But, now no more. This is my life, please let me take charge of it. I don’t want you in my life. I wanted that closure, it seems I have finally got it, even if belatedly.”

He was upset, she could see that.

“Himanshu, let’s not part like this. Believe me when I say I didn’t play with you or want to hurt your feelings. My teenage years were brainwashed with romantic heroes that didn’t exist. All my married life, I hankered after a man who was not available for me, while I ignored a husband who loved me and worshiped the ground I walked on. This evening has given me a new perspective. It has made me realise that I was in love with love. I didn’t love you, but the image of you that I had created in my mind.”

“What will you do now?” Himanshu asked.

“I don’t know.” She admitted truthfully and smiled. She gave a peck on his cheek. He was about to say something but thought better of it. She left.

Should she admit her romantic interlude with Himanshu to Nikhil? What do you say? Yay or Nay? Find out tomorrow.

 

Vertigo

This story is part of a novella – A girl was born

Do check out the first and the subsequent chapters – https://firsttimemommy.net/category/a-z-blogging-challenge-2018/

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Tara nodded. Himanshu signalled for the check and scribbled his sign on the paper. Getting up, he took Tara’s hand in his, and walked out of the restaurant towards the elevators.

The tension in the elevator was heavy and palpable. Thankfully, there was no one else with them at this time of the evening except the lift boy.

As soon as they found themselves alone in the hotel room, Himanshu took Tara in his arms. Tara looked at Himanshu. She could see naked passion in his eyes. She had an idea that her eyes mirrored his emotions. Tara was attracted to him like she was to no other man. Himanshu was the only man who had ever made her feel like this, beautiful and wanton at the same time. Why did he make her feel so, happy, wild and alive?

Himanshu kissed her. Tara kissed him back. It was a long hungry kiss. She felt like the sleeping beauty who was meeting her prince charming after 100 years. Tara experienced raw passion. This was the passion that people wrote books on, fought wars for and killed and got killed for.

“Why did I ever let you go, Tara? I want you now forever!!”

Tara registered these words through a very fuzzy brain. She didn’t like the sound of these words. Forever. No. While she was scouring through her past, he was busy building their future. She was not looking for a future. At least not with Himanshu.

Then what are you doing here? She asked herself.

She suddenly realized what she was about to do? She stepped back.

“What happened?” Himanshu asked, confusion written large on his face.

“I can’t do it!” She said, shaken with what she had nearly done. How could she? Going out with your past boyfriend was one thing, sleeping with him and reneging on your marriage vows was quite another.

“You are a tease!” Himanshu cried. He was unable to believe that the passion she had seen in Tara’s eyes was a figment of his imagination. “I know you want me!” He said.

“Yes, that’s true, I want you. That doesn’t mean, I should.”

“Tara, we have a history; what we are doing is only natural.” He tried to explain.

“Yes, we have a history, and it had better stay that way.”

His confusion only deepened. And hers cleared. She realized what she should have a long time ago.

Read about Tara and Himanshu in Water under the bridge