She loves Rom-Coms!

She loves romantic comedies! The beautiful feeling when butterflies fill her stomach, while her heart is so full of warmth that tears just flow down her cheeks is what makes her weekend worth waiting for. She watches 3 movies in a row, sometimes even 5. Those cheesy plots where the muscular male lead kisses the beautiful female lead in the rain is what she lives for. From Hollywood blockbusters like “When Harry met Sally” , “You’ve got mail” to Bollywood hits like “DDLJ “Jab we met” and “I hate love story” , she’s seen it all.

She’s so into finding her soulmate in a coffee shop that she’ll drink 4 cups of coffee in a small local cafe, looking up from her book every time the tiny doorbell rings, waiting for ‘The One’. Oh how many times she’s been disappointed! Sometimes there actually would be a potential Mr.Darcy standing on the entrance of the cheesy cafe, which smells like Coffee and cookies, and plays those 90’s songs on Thursday, but there will be a Mrs. Darcy entering right after him; making her sigh in disappointment, muttering “Seriously?” to herself. And the caffeine running in her system causes her to stay awake at night and watch more rom-coms.

When she’ll be walking towards class with a pile of books in her hand, her eyes would search for those strong arms, which will hold her when she ‘accidently’ trips just when he’s walking towards her. Papers covered with neon highlighter will be flying all over the place. And as there eyes meet after he has ‘oh so bravely’ saved her from a pretty nasty bruised rib, with “DDLJ” music playing in the background; she’ll blush and giggle and he’ll walk her to class and they’ll live happily ever after. Instead, the guy will watch her fall, help her pick her things up and probably leave saying “Girls” under his breath.

She even walks around the dangerous parts of the city which are unsafe for girls just to be rescued by her prince charming.

She may be an independent, strong woman but her heart melts every single time she reads ‘The notebook’ every summer. She even tried sending letters in this era where people prefer texting each other over calling. No wonder she never got a reply back.

It’s not that she’s never had a relationship, she’s been in many ever since her kindergarten friend asked her to be his girlfriend, and when she said no because he smelled funny, he pulled her ponytails and made her cry . But they all ended, somehow. Maybe due to her expectations of life being a replica of those Ryan Gosling featuring movies. Or maybe it’s because she wanted to have something very few people had. Maybe she had it too, but it never felt right.

Until she met you.

You, with your stupid grin and messy hair and the same black t-shirt and the old faded jeans, laughing on her love of romance. You, with your lanky arms and moving in a way which looked like you have no bone in your body. You, with your idea of a real date being dinner on a roadside Chinese stall instead of a candle light dinner in “La Pasta” where food is overrated and you don’t know which wine to order or what fork to use. She loved those loud laughs, sitting on the blue stools drinking soup off those small dirty red bowls; talking about anything and everything.

Even though there was no cliche incidence about how you met, she somehow started believing in what you guys had. The idea of love she had in her mind for a long time was far gone when you came along.

She was a girl who loves rom-coms for a long time, until you. Now she’s just a girl, madly and deeply in love.

– Prajakta Dengale

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Until I find myself

“So where are you now?” he asked as he sipped his coffee.

“In front of you?” she answered, so confused it almost came out as a question.

“In life, I mean”, he replied.

She smiled before answering, ” I am figuring out.”

“Figuring out what exactly?” he asked further.

“You know… what I want to do, what I love to do, what I need to do. You see, I spent the last few years doing things because they were expected of me to do, or were the ‘right thing’. I didn’t think there was any other way. I guess when you’re young and accustomed to doing the same mundane things, change seems hard. Let alone figuring out stuff.

But as a wise drunk man once said ‘Life’s too short’. So I’m trying out new things, some I like, some I don’t. But at least I get to scratch it off my list. I like painting now, who knows ten years from now, the same smell of paint might make me want to puke. But I’m going to do it while it lasts.  Until I finally find it, until i finally find myself.”

-Prajakta Dengale

 

This used to be home

“This used to be home.” She said as she pressed her hand on the dusty window. Her handprint wasn’t as small anymore as on the living room wall.

It was the first time in years she was visiting this place, she could remember it all like it was yesterday.

For the first time he had nothing to say to her, as she was already taking a walk down memory lane. She spoke about all the things she did in the place she used to call home. Words rolled down her tongue as if they had a mind of their own.

“This door right here, Mum used to mark our height with a kitchen knife. I never grew taller than my brother. The kitchen counter is where I ate breakfast for 15 years. And the lillies in the garden, dad helped me plant them. I used to sit under the staircase and read Harry Potter when it rained”.

“It all seems like all these years didn’t happen.” She said, to herself.

“Life goes on and you don’t know how much you’re missing something until you stop and notice how far you’ve come. It’s been 10 years since we left this place and now; in my new home,  there’s no markings of my height on the door, or Lillies in the garden or even a staircase where I can hide and read my novels. It’s not bad, I’ve grown up and things aren’t the same anymore. Now I have breakfast on the dining table, and there’s no garden but a small gallery full of roses. I’ve a library instead of staircases and it all fits well with me now. But, when I look back, I see this and this…..used to be home.”

– Prajakta Dengale

Travel

“What is it that you’d kill to do now?” He asked as he put his phone down.

“Travel!” Squeaked she.

“Oh so you could caption that picture on the beach with ‘wanderlust’?” Joked he.

“No….” She glared before clearing her throat.

“I want to travel. Not in a way where I check-in on Facebook about my arrival and post beautiful pictures of it for the rest of the year, unlike someone here.” He grinned at the mention of it.

“But in a way where my toes bury themselves in the sand on a beach I’ve never heard of. Where I eat street food and try to fit in with the locals by trying their slang. Where I dress ridiculously and carry it with pride. Where I walk on the highway without knowing where it will take me. Where I don’t spend the nights in a five star hotel but under the sky, probably where a wild animal won’t eat me. Where I smell the surroundings and take a souvenir of every place, every street, every corner of the world I set my foot on. I want to travel so that when I finally come back, I’ll know what home smells like.”
– Prajakta Dengale

Escape from reality

“We met at the weirdest circumstances, didn’t we?” He asked.

“Definetely” she giggled.

“And now you’re my escape from reality.” Said he.

“I don’t want to be your escape from reality” she confessed.

A ‘huh’ and a confused look was all she got.

“I mean, I don’t want you to separate me from your reality. No matter how perfect or devastating it might get. This, whatever this is, it’s not about all the good and happy things. It’s not just you and me; it’s you and me against life. I want to pass through every obstacle, celebrate every breath, take a step back when we’re overwhelmed, get down and then get back up together. I don’t just want to be living in our own fantasy; but create one with the realities that we live in.” 
-Prajakta Dengale



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Alcohol

“Why do people drink?” She asked as she eyed two people drinking celebratory shots on the adjacent table.

“There are many reasons.” He said.

“Like?” Her curious eyes asked.

“Those two are drinking to celebrate. The one behind you is trying to forget and the group of teenagers on my left are curious.” She followed his gaze and looked at all the three.

“So is it always for the same reason? Or do people eventually acquire a taste for alcohol?” She asked again.

“Not necessarily. A friend of mine once told me you never drink for taste, you drink for the feeling.” 

“What feeling?”

“The one which burns your throat and makes you numb all in one act. It’s weird, but people drink in grief and for celebration, even for courage. For some it’s an escape from reality and for some it’s a way to accept it’s harsh truth.”
-Prajakta Dengale


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The Reason 

“You should speak your mind more often.” He smiled at her.

“Me? Why?” She asked as if he just told her to act in a movie.

“Because you have so much to say.” He pointed out.

Before she could say anything, he continued “ You have thoughts and there’s something constantly on your mind. But you’re afraid to let it out. I don’t know what you’re so scared of. I’m constantly wondering what’s going on under that thick skull of your’s” he joked half-heartedly. 

“ People.” She whispered.

“People? Why?” He asked.

“ I’ve never had someone say to me that you need to speak up or ask me what my opinion was. It was always the other way around. I was told to shut up and was laughed on by people for having an ‘opinion’. So why would I want to speak my mind when there’s no one there to value it or even consider it. Why would I want to make a fool out of myself for having a belief? When I know that saying something is only going to embarrass and humiliate me because I’ve something different to say, why would I do that? Our society teaches us to raise a voice against injustice but the same people kills the voices of many who have something to say. It’s not that I’m afraid of something, it’s just that I know that my voice has no value.” 

-Prajakta Dengale



I’m thinking of starting “He and She” series. Let me know what you guys think.


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