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I do not write poetry; I take words and dip them in feelings. ~ Arti Honrao.

Untitled Series - X

Part Ten (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight and Part Nine)


After spending some time reading the newspaper, Mansi finally decided to take some rest. She thought about the ten candidates Uncle had short-listed. Would he take the final decision or include her in it? If he did include her, she wondered how she would decide. Her thoughts went back to Manish Kumar. It did seem that he was in desperate need of the job. Mansi closed her eyes and tried to rest.

After a short nap Mansi prepared some snacks and satiated her hunger. Since she felt strong and fresh enough, she decided to step out of the room and go for a walk. She picked up the newspaper and walked out of the room.

She walked out of the chawl and turned to go to the nearby park. She could use some fresh air, she thought. She watched the sun shift closer to the horizon as she sat on the only empty bench in the park. There were too many people in the park. Couples, joggers, aged people walking at their slow pace, breathing in fresh air and a group of people were laughing out loud in the corner of the park. The laughter club, she realized and she could not stop herself from smiling.


Untitled Series - IX

Part Nine (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven and Part Eight)



Manish Kumar knocked and waited at the door until Uncle waved him inside. He wished Uncle and turned to wish Mansi and a look of recognition crossed his face, which disappeared instantly, Mansi thought perhaps she had imagined it. He wished Mansi and took his seat. Uncle asked him most of the questions and Mansi concluded the interview.

After a few interviews excused herself after one of the candidates finished his interview and had walked out. She rushed to the washroom and vomited in commode. Her head was about to explode. She waited for another wave of nausea and when it did not come she pressed the flush. She looked at the mirror as she washed her hands and a tired woman who looked more than her age stared back at her. She dried her hands and walked outside. On her way back to Uncle’s cabin she looked outside. There were many more candidates waiting for their turn. She looked at the clock, there was still time for the lunch break; not that she was hungry. She wanted to rest.


Untitled Series - VIII

Part Eight (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six and Part Seven)



She had a headache. Of course she had a headache. Firstly she was not used to the routine she was following recently. Had it been her old schedule staying up at night would have not been a problem. But her body had started to adapt to the new routine and secondly, she was not used to crying. She was not under the false impression that she was a strong woman but she had never been able to display her emotions; as if her emotions were locked away somewhere, in some dark corner of her mind and all that floated in and out of that place was ‘fear’. She knew she did not have anything to fear now; the man who had damaged her was no more but that did not stop her from feeling insecure.

Until the recent events in her life, she never knew that she needed someone in her life. However, it was there, deep within the recesses of her mind, the desire to be understood and loved. She wanted to be loved. She wanted to love someone. Mansi stood up and started walking back to her room. Involuntarily she looked towards her neighbour’s room just in time to see a figure walk inside and close the door. The cab was not his after all, she thought as she started to climb the stairs.