May 04, 2009

Short Series: Happyness

It was the tenth sheet of paper that he wasted trying to write something. The words seemed a tad too difficult to articulate. The thoughts were strong. The things he wanted to say were quite a bit. But he just couldn’t write.

“This part of my life is what I would call things falling into place”, he had written that and he kept staring at the crisp white sheet of paper in front of him. The coffee shop seemed too empty for a Sunday evening. Maybe the weather had something to do with it, he thought to himself. But coming to think of it, the weather was lovely, heavy winds, coolness in the air and dark clouds with a distant thunder and lightning. It was just perfect. Popular tracks were being played on the radio and it filled his ears. A gentle strumming of a guitar was jamming with the song on the radio. It had to be a beginner playing the guitar; he chuckled to himself and continued staring at the sheet of paper.

The traffic was peaceful and the motorists were going about their job in a nonchalant manner. The long weekend he sighed. The city needs more of these extra long weekends. It made it extremely easy for him to commute and if he was lucky, even take a nice peaceful walk.

He liked the song that was playing then. He smiled.

‘Free Door Delivry’, it read in big bold letters. Ah! How many times now, he thought. He had made it a point to tell the guys at the coffee shop to check their spellings before they put something up on the board. Things never change, people never change, he told himself.

Work had been wonderful the past few months and things were just wonderful. The kind of work he had been doing was really giving him a huge high. He loved it. He loved the endless hours, the mindless running around, the wonderful conversations, the amazing people he got to meet thanks to his work and the best of all, the travel that came along with the work. This was it. He smiled.

“This part of my life is what I would call things falling into place”, he read the line out loud, smiled and added a period at the end of the sentence. It started drizzling at that exact moment. A drop fell on the period and the ink blotted.

“This part of my life is what I would call things falling into place”.


Rajeshwari said...

What exactly fell in place for him??

Renu said...

Am glad that you are happy, and am really glad that the period blotted, let this phase go on forever :)
And leave some paper for us young uns.

arvindiyer said...

To Rajeshwari


To Renu

You talking to me? Well, this is just a story:)

Meena Venkataraman said...

Very Nice.. Loved the it ended.. :):)

Zeph Keyes said...

welcome back

Manu said...

Typical! Its really the sense of pervasive optimism that is such a big part of you. Really liked this one!

arvindiyer said...

To Meena
Thanks a lot:) And I had this picture in mind when i wrote the end. Maybe more like a painting?:)

arvindiyer said...

To Zeph


arvindiyer said...

To Manu

Saar. Welcome. welcome:) Thanks a lot for the comment.

Meena Venkataraman said...

Haha.. Most definitely like a Painting..:):)

arvindiyer said...

TO Meena

Am sure you would understand:) The painter has spoken.

RukmaniRam said...

very vivid. like an old sepia photograph, frayed just a little at the edges. a dude in the center with a smile on his face.

arvindiyer said...

@ Rukmaniram

You got the image or the tone rite. But the dude shouldn't be (is not) smiling. He is just gazing into the nothingness in front of him, thinking about all things good and lovely. Welcome to my blog:)