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Wednesday, August 28, 2024

Second Chance: Chapter 1 - Clash on the Court

      Chapter 1 - Clash on the Court

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Few Months before…

In a cozy city apartment, the morning sun filtered through the balcony, illuminating an old photo album on the wall. The image depicted a happy couple in their twenties, radiating love on their wedding day. Yet, as the story unfolds, the bedroom reveals a different narrative.

Karthik, a dynamic man in his mid-thirties, radiated charm as he hurriedly prepared for the day; his wet hair, tousled from the shower, the stubble on his cheeks gave him a rugged charm. With effortless grace, he grabbed a sports tee from his wardrobe and slipped it on, highlighting his energetic physique. His captivating smile, magnetic eyes, and perfectly styled black hair seemed to possess a gravitational pull, effortlessly drawing people in.

Kavya, his wife, dressed in a black sports t-shirt and carrying a badminton bag slung over her shoulder, entered the room, her expression a blend of anger and frustration as she confronted Karthik. 

Her posture spoke volumes about her confidence. Slender with long, glossy black hair tied back in a ponytail, her captivating deep brown eyes drew others into her gaze. Her charming dimple enhanced her charm, adding a touch of sweetness to her presence.

‘Karthik, the match starts at 7:30, and it’s already 7. If you are not interested, you should have informed me during registration.’ Her eyes locked on him while she crossed her arms.

Caught off guard by his wife’s sudden outburst, he looked at her with a puzzled expression.

‘Why would I wake up at 6 in the morning if I’m not interested?’

‘You woke up, but you were in the bathroom for a long time, glued to your mobile,’

That’s men’s time,’ he said, smoothing his hair with gel. ‘And you wouldn’t understand,’ he added, glancing in the mirror.

His inner thoughts echoed. ‘It’s just a friendly tournament at our apartment, not an international match. Why does she always create a scene out of nothing?’

She stormed off with a slam of the door, leaving him behind in a rush. He hurriedly grabbed his shoe, dashed towards the lift, his breath slightly laboured from the morning’s frantic pace. 

Inside the lift area, Kavya stood alone, anxiously checking her watch as time passed. Just as the elevator doors were about to shut, Karthik’s last-minute press of the open button caused them to reopen.

As tension mounted in the confined lift space, Karthik stepped inside hurriedly, saying ‘Whew, just in time!’ and winked at her. 

The door closed behind him, sealing the unease between them.

Exiting the lift, they walked down the corridor, their footsteps echoing on the tiled floor. Reaching the parking area, Karthik headed for his bike, only to be struck by a sudden realization.

‘Oh no! I forgot my bike keys at home,’ Kavya looked at him, her disbelief palpable.

‘Seriously? I knew you would rush back for your helmet again.’

He rushed back to their apartment to retrieve the forgotten keys, leaving her to wait impatiently.


Arriving at the badminton court, Kavya began her warm-up routine, and Karthik joined her, teasing, ‘I must say, no warm-up needed for you. You are already warm with your anger, just like a steam engine.’

She let out a light smile, trying to shake off the tension from earlier. 

‘Ah, my wife finally smiled,’

Just then, the organizer approached, ‘Your match is next. Are you guys ready?’

They nodded, but as the match began, their coordination seemed off. They both missed shots, each assuming the other would take them.

‘That was your shot, Karthik!’ She blamed him, frustration evident in her voice.

‘No, that was your shot, Kavya!’ his tone mirroring hers.

Frustration crept in as they continued to struggle on the court. The referee reminded them sternly about the seriousness of the match.

‘Guys, this is a knock-out match. Can you play a little more seriously?’ the organizer reminded them.

With a shared glance, they switched sides, but their gameplay remained disjointed. As the match progressed, their communication faltered, leading to more missed opportunities.

‘Game ball, Score - 21-5,’ the referee announced.

The shuttle reached Kavya perfectly, giving her a clear chance to score. However, in a moment of anger, she hit the shot into the net, sealing their defeat. 

Disheartened, she stormed off the court, grabbing her bag. 

Kavya watched as the organizer approached, shaking his head at their performance.

‘I can’t believe you guys were the tournament winner’s last time. Clearly, the issue was lack of sync and coordination,’ the organizer remarked before walking away, leaving them to contemplate their disappointing performance.

Karthik observed Kavya slumping onto the steps, her expression a masterpiece of disappointment. He mused, sensing her mood.

‘If I talk to her now, she will bombard me with non-stop blame. If I don’t, I will get a double serving for not convincing her. Ah, the dilemma,’ He thought he would better deal with it now and sidled up to her.

‘Leave it, Kavya. Let’s focus on the next tournament,’

‘I’m not upset about losing this tournament, It’s just...’

Surprised, he waited for her to explain.

‘Did you hear what the organizer said? We lack synchronization and coordination!’

‘Well, you know how it is with organizers—they say some random stuff. Let’s not take it seriously.’

‘But what he said is true, Karthik.’ Lost in thought, she gazed into the distance. ‘It’s not just about our match…Our lack of sync extends beyond the court.’

He got straight to the point, replying firmly, ‘Let’s not jump to conclusions based on one match, Kavya.’
‘But, don’t you think that game reflects our relationship?’ she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

Feeling a surge of irritation he replied, ‘For heaven’s sake, can you stop dragging this match into everything? We are here to play, not to psycho-analyse our relationship on the court.’

‘See, I’m trying to express something, but you are not understanding. This sync issue reflects in our lives as well.’

Karthik, maintaining his stance, replied, ‘I hear what you are saying, but I don’t agree. Our game and our relationship are separate things. Let’s leave the deeper discussions for another time, please.’  
He looked at her firmly and added, ‘Can we leave now?’

‘No, I can’t keep postponing anymore,’ She continued, ‘Perhaps it’s a sign that we need to take a step back and reevaluate our relationship.’ Her words trailed off, filled with introspection and underlying concerns.

‘Sh... She’s bringing this up again,’ he muttered.

‘Karthik, maybe it’s time for us to consider moving on,’ Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her words with the weight of years of unspoken pain.

Kavya had tried to resolve their issues, to bridge the emotional distance that seemed to widen with each passing day. But her efforts had often been met with indifference or temporary fixes, leaving the wounds unhealed. 

It wasn’t just about this particular argument or incident; it was about the accumulation of unresolved emotions and unaddressed issues that had been festering beneath the surface for too long. She had reached a breaking point, where the constant struggle and pain in their relationship had become too much to bear, overshadowing any hope of making things right.

Karthik was taken back by her emotional statement. His mind raced, trying to process the gravity of her words. 

Fifteen years of marriage, filled with happiness and challenges, flashed before his eyes. While he acknowledged that the initial spark had dimmed over time and there were misunderstandings and gaps in their connection, he couldn’t fathom using that as a reason to give up on their relationship.

‘Let’s discuss this further at home, not here,’ he finally managed to say. 

He couldn’t bring himself to meet her eyes, his own emotions a mix of confusion.

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Second Chance by Deepika Muthusamy : Prologue

 Prologue

Seated at the front row of the Russian Sculpture Art Classroom, I ended up in a course I never imagined would join, but today I am all for my Kavya. I thought silently, my eyes fixed on the door with anticipation, eagerly awaiting her arrival.

Just then, a soft voice broke through my thoughts, "Hey, I'm Adira," a beautiful girl introduced herself with a graceful hand extension, her modern charm evident in every gesture. Yet, my gaze remained fixed on the door, and I was too preoccupied to respond to her.

Adira, noticing my distraction, teased, "Are you practicing for a staring contest with the door? Because if you win, your name will definitely go down in record books. But for that, I should probably know your name first!"

Just then, a guy from the back bench, Arjun, hopped in, attempting to make his presence known with a greeting to Adira. She responded politely but quickly turned her attention back to me, indicating her lack of interest in him.

"How should I call you, Mr...?" she trailed off, scanning the name on my ID card with mock seriousness.

"Karthik," I managed to reply, torn between discussions as my thoughts kept wandering back to Kavya's impending arrival.

But you can call him 'the guy with the wandering eyes,' Arjun replied, attempting to make an impression on Adira.

The classroom, with its colourful tables and attached chairs, set the stage for creativity. Each table seated only two people, and the semi-circle arrangement fostered engagement. 

Sunlight casted the room, illuminating a palette of colours and bringing life to the previous student artworks adorning the walls.

Adira, settled beside me without hesitation, asking, "Hope I can sit next to you?" It was impossible to refuse her, especially knowing we would be companions for the next six months in this program. 

However, deep down, I wished my seat were empty, hoping it would provide an opportunity for Kavya to sit beside me.

The main reason I signed up for this 6-month 'Sculpting the Russian Soul' course is Kavya; maybe I will sculpt my way back into her good books.

The mere thought of Kavya catching even a glimpse of me with another girl, —especially now, during this delicate post-breakup phase—sends shivers down my spine. It's a definite recipe for disaster and a massive turn-off for her.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Adira's question interrupted my thoughts once again as she placed her mobile and belongings on the table.

 "No, yes... I mean, Yes, waiting for the art instructor." I fumbled, masking my true intention behind a simple excuse of waiting for the instructor. As the Russian Art Instructor arrived and greeted us warmly and welcoming us, my thoughts were disturbed as Kavya was not here yet. 

He took a brush and in a fraction of a second, he started scribbling on the canvas. What began as mere strokes quickly transformed into a beautiful piece of art, captivating everyone in the class. It served as a perfect ice breaker. While the entire class was mesmerized by his creation, I found myself gazing towards the door, lost in my own thoughts.

Why hasn't she come? A voice at the door interrupted my thoughts. Everyone's attention turned towards the person at the door. It was Kavya, stunning in an olive-green Kurtha, her arms filled with materials for Russian sculpture painting. 

She stood there, a hint of sweat on her face, clearly in a hurry, apologizing for being late to class. From her body language and my familiarity with her, it was evident that she would have chosen to change two metros, take at least three buses, or even walk a few meters just to reach this venue. The instructor gestured with his right hand for her to come in, and then signalled her to take a seat as she walked slowly searching an empty spot.

Coincidentally, I was also, in an olive-green shirt with the look she always liked — a slightly trimmed beard and a formal appearance — hoping she would fall in love with me again.

"Arjun, switch seats with me," I quickly whispered, and Arjun and I interchanged seats. With a swift exchange, I strategically ensured there was a vacant seat next to me for Kavya to occupy. There were no other empty seats as they were all occupied.

Kavya walked into the art class with a mix of nervous energy. As she stepped into the room, the familiar smell of paints and the soft murmur of conversations filled her senses. She took a deep breath, ready to lose herself in the world of colours and creativity.

However, when Kavya scanned the room for a place to sit, her eyes widened in shock and anger on seeing me. 

Would she sit next to me, or would she consider leaving the program upon seeing me here?

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Sunday, August 11, 2024

The Definition of Love : A Heartfelt Surprise


It’s 12:00 A.M, and the rain drizzles softly,  

As if the world itself is joining my birthday celebration.  

Standing with the gifts, beside the jacuzzi,  

I watch the rain play across the open-theatre.


I remember every time I said, "I love you," you would just smile and turn away.

You never acknowledged my words or whispered "love you too" in return. 

Instead, you always brushed it off, calling me dramatic or flim-eee.


Whenever I asked, "Will you marry me?"  

Your answers were never straightforward;  

"Don’t you already know?," You always replied with a mysterious shrug.


Can you believe it? In all these years we have shared,  

Whether in our relationship or through marriage,

Never ever once you said "I love you."


Maybe that attitude is what drew me to you,  

Making me fall deeply and passionately.  

Yes, I couldn’t help but fall for you, 

And you crafted moments to lead me to propose you.


With all of this, I had come to believe,  

That practicality was all that you were,  

That I should expect no love languages 

or grand gestures from you.


But now, as you slowly removed your shirt,  

My heart skipped a beat.  

At first, I thought, "Oh no, not another child!"  


As you revealed the gift with love in your eyes,

My eyes fixed on it, and I was left dumbstruck.


Never in my wildest dreams 

Did I imagine you would go this far.


Lost in the moment, unable to speak.  

Your gesture shattered my expectations,  

Leaving me breathless.


There, etched onto your chest, was my name— A PERMANENT TATTO

I was flabbergasted, and in that moment,  

Still I am wondering about your love with confusion.  

 

The love you have for me is so hard to follow,  

And, I find myself unable to fully express it in words.