Silent Tears - 3
One more day together... some things Fanaa sees in the images of Alian on the net... an evolving gloom... an attempt to drive it away... her approach? Human emotions... call them hormones or call them a heart, we'll all experience it someday:) feeling very positive today. Waiting for the weekend. AAAh! 2 days of holiday... and then:( exam...:) but it is alright. Everything will work out. NAANKURUNAISA:)
CHAPTER 3:
Thank you Ridz and do tell me how to get in touch with u. I wanted to do English literature but destiny spelled something else. And because of the someone special this story's for, I'm blooming where destiny planted me I'm working to become a doc. Wish to become an oncologist but honestly!!! I have no idea what destiny has in store for me. Thank you Divi, Tweeny, Doremi, and KathrineAmazing and Alian!!! Keep reading. This story is getting more and more connected to the true story I know___
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Fanaa gazed at the misshaped pots. A total of two. She had spoiled them with excess material and stray finger marks all because she was thinking about Alian. Ah! Alian. Not about him as in oh- my- gosh! It was more of trying to figure out what type of a person he was. He didn't have much of a social life. Or even if he had one, he generally kept it out of him. She hadn't expected an upcoming star to be like him. Sorrow played mercilessly in his eyes even when he tried his level best to hide it. She had looked into his eyes for some time, tried to understand what type of a person he was. All she could see was the sadness in his eyes, the melancholy in the way his fingers slid over his guitar trying to draw it back to him. To beg the music to envelope him in its embrace. He had said something about how he had started feeling his music was leaving him, running away from him. He was desperate to have it back but then why were his efforts not paying off?
Fanaa checked her cell. There was a missed call from her mother. She switched on her laptop on the way to the bath. By the time she returned after her bath, her laptop was running. She had put on a pair of jeans that fit her snuggly around the waist and a knee length top with full sleeves. Spring was on its way and the floral patterns oif her dress spelled it. It was already 8:30 in her watch, An hour of chatting and then she'd try to get in touch with Alian.
In that one hour of chatting, which included- I know he's a great singer, but baby, strangers are strangers- advice from her mom), Fanaa waited patiently to check out Alian on the net. Her mum and dad had some meeting with the architect renovating the house and so the video call ended in 45 minutes. The next half an hour, Fanaa searched Alian and his image results. He was good looking but most of his images were pretty decent, with his parents, the proud son, then as the months rolled by she could see the pride, the teen he was leave him. Instead emerged a good looking, laid back type of guy who guarded his independence with all he was worth. An air of calm and contentment surrounded him. But that was a photo taken some four- five months back. He had changed- thinner, losing himself in what you can call a fog within himself. Who am I? Where am I? What in hell am I doing here? These are all seeds of distrust in one's own self and she could see these become a major mood in the recent images. The essence of his music was losing. He had a moderate fan following. Most of them pop tuners. She checked her watch again... was Alian awake by now? She loaded all the web pages in a file called 'Alian' and shut the laptop. It beeped, she knew but didn't hear it. She had seen her father's laptop beep after shut down accompanied by the blink of the power light. Sounds stupid? Well, that was how she had learned to appreciate sound.
***
'Hullooooooo... good morning Alian.'
Alian read the message the first thing in the morning. He was going to give her a call when he stopped short- it would hurt her. To see him as insensitive as that. She couldn't hear him over phone... but her voice, her eyes her understanding beckoned him. Sigh.
'Hi Fanaa 'morning. What u doin?'
'I've been up since the past hour and a half. Was chatting to my mom. Showed her the spoiled pots.'
'What did ur mum say?'
'What would she? she was sad about me wasting her high-priced clay so she suggested it would be best to allow some children to color it. I was wondering....'
Alian stifled a yawn as he stretched and replied-
'only, I'm not a child- I'm legally adult...'
'And I'm illegally gonna force u to paint, how does that sound?'
'When r u planning to 'force' me into 'painting'? trust me, I've not touched a paintbrush in ages :P'
'Who said u need paint brushes to paint? I've better ways.'
'When can I find out those 'better ways' of yours?'
Fanaa felt her heartbeat racing, excited at the prospect of meeting him again. She replied as casually as she could manage-
'How about meeting up at the river moon café and then coming over to my place? Um... if u r free today'
Alian jumped out of bed and replied even as he was dashing towards his bathroom-
'Great, I'll see u at 11, same place. Gotta go see ya.'
Fanaa slung her bag which held a novel, her cell phone and a small purse, across her shoulder, slipped on a comfortable pair of platforms and locked the door behind her. Shit! She forgot breakfast. No problem, when would Sarah's salads help her if not now? Half an hour more....
***
"God! Why did you bring these?" Fanaa asked bewildered. A new set of canvas colors and three paintbrushes lay in front of her in a transparent bag. Alian was grinning since the moment he got out of the car. She had seen his guitar in the next seat but he just laid it back, covered it with something and left it in. oh yeah! He had the other things in hand....
The two of them sat at the same table and ordered salads. Sarah came and laid their dishes with a raised eyebrow but said nothing. Fanaa smiled at her and Sarah suppressed a giggle, customers were customers.
Alian dug into his plate of tomato salad with the ferocity of a hungry piranha and said before stashing a mouthful, "So, why and how were you awake last night... 3. In. the. Night?" mouthful in, he started chomping.
Fanaa played with the cucumber in her salad and answered him with her cute little chin held up- "I was reading a novel.... And you Mr.Alian?"
Another mouthful gulped down- "I was..." he took a swing of water as Fanaa started tearing up to see him eat the way he was, "I was listening to songs...."
"Are you scared of asking me questions that might hurt me?"
Alian said without hesitation, "Yes," another swing of water.
"Since how many days have you not had the basic necessity of life?"
"Which one Fanaa?"
"Food..." she broke into fits of laughter as a piece of coriander dangled from his mouth.
He smiled and continued chewing, not caring for the hanging piece of vegetable. Fanaa said after she had decent control over her laughter, "Ask me some questions... it's a wonderful way to find out about a person...."
Alian twisted the fork in his hand and held it like a mike- "to know me you must know the following details- My name is Alian, blood group A +ve, birth date 5th of November... I like the color emerald green, I love eating sea food and non veg stuff, and uh.... Yeah that's all you need to know...."
Fanaa rolled her eyes twice and laughed, showing a near perfect set of teeth.
"I'm not asking your interview for a job..."
"Sure..." once again he started sulking, "I already have one hell of a job..."
Fanaa could see the gloom surround him... she'd let him talk once he was distracted by something else. That'd keep him calm and give him time for some rational thinking. She detoured the topic to pot painting;
"Say, how about we finish this salad fast and I show you the pots we'll paint?"
Alian felt that she was changing the topic but he allowed her to lead the conversation.
He shrugged noting that his gloom was giving way to a feeling of excitement to start painting pots... with her.
Fanaa picked up her newly acquired set of colors and started walking towards the counter. Yesterday he had paid. As friends, she could pay it off today. They walked back together to the car, he wanted to take his guitar and go. Her house was ten minutes from the café and a walk in the mildly cloudy and cool wind wouldn't do much harm.
***
What happened in the afternoon was a dream come true. Fanaa sat near the window and looked out toward the café. They had painted the two pots. It was childish... painting with fingers... they had both worn aprons and settled on the ground with newspapers beneath the pots. They used the old colors... but the colors in Fanaa's heart were far from old... they were brand new... unknown and a vibrant mixture with a warm feeling she was afraid to name predominant.
She looked at the day's creation.... A beautiful pot... filled to the brim with happy memories.... She never knew that a miserable past would give way to such a beautiful present... and maybe just maybe... even the future....
***
Alian carried the black colored pot inside. Fanaa's favorite color was black... so she had painted the one he would take in automatic black color. With colors of the night life glistening with wetness. Hers was a green colored one. Obviously the black one was prettier. She had more practice... more talent.
An hour later Alian sat in front of his music system, the black pot drying off near him, adjusted the volume and began playing his guitar... Taylor Swift's I'm only me... when I'm with you....
***
I'll tell what happened that afternoon in the next chapter. Comments Please:) than you. Hope you're enjoying this story. Once i get my laptop back :( that'll be in the end of may, I'll post the next chapters of Devil's heir, Despondent lives, Clairvoyants and my grandmother's story- Desperate wings:) keep reading. And all u guys out there... be happy cause u never know when a sad heart will come along needing to share ur happiness:) A smile can create a miracle. so smile and spread the miracle u r:)
Thank you Ridz and do tell me how to get in touch with u. I wanted to do English literature but destiny spelled something else. And because of the someone special this story's for, I'm blooming where destiny planted me I'm working to become a doc. Wish to become an oncologist but honestly!!! I have no idea what destiny has in store for me. Thank you Divi, Tweeny, Doremi, and KathrineAmazing and Alian!!! Keep reading. This story is getting more and more connected to the true story I know___
____
Fanaa gazed at the misshaped pots. A total of two. She had spoiled them with excess material and stray finger marks all because she was thinking about Alian. Ah! Alian. Not about him as in oh- my- gosh! It was more of trying to figure out what type of a person he was. He didn't have much of a social life. Or even if he had one, he generally kept it out of him. She hadn't expected an upcoming star to be like him. Sorrow played mercilessly in his eyes even when he tried his level best to hide it. She had looked into his eyes for some time, tried to understand what type of a person he was. All she could see was the sadness in his eyes, the melancholy in the way his fingers slid over his guitar trying to draw it back to him. To beg the music to envelope him in its embrace. He had said something about how he had started feeling his music was leaving him, running away from him. He was desperate to have it back but then why were his efforts not paying off?
Fanaa checked her cell. There was a missed call from her mother. She switched on her laptop on the way to the bath. By the time she returned after her bath, her laptop was running. She had put on a pair of jeans that fit her snuggly around the waist and a knee length top with full sleeves. Spring was on its way and the floral patterns oif her dress spelled it. It was already 8:30 in her watch, An hour of chatting and then she'd try to get in touch with Alian.
In that one hour of chatting, which included- I know he's a great singer, but baby, strangers are strangers- advice from her mom), Fanaa waited patiently to check out Alian on the net. Her mum and dad had some meeting with the architect renovating the house and so the video call ended in 45 minutes. The next half an hour, Fanaa searched Alian and his image results. He was good looking but most of his images were pretty decent, with his parents, the proud son, then as the months rolled by she could see the pride, the teen he was leave him. Instead emerged a good looking, laid back type of guy who guarded his independence with all he was worth. An air of calm and contentment surrounded him. But that was a photo taken some four- five months back. He had changed- thinner, losing himself in what you can call a fog within himself. Who am I? Where am I? What in hell am I doing here? These are all seeds of distrust in one's own self and she could see these become a major mood in the recent images. The essence of his music was losing. He had a moderate fan following. Most of them pop tuners. She checked her watch again... was Alian awake by now? She loaded all the web pages in a file called 'Alian' and shut the laptop. It beeped, she knew but didn't hear it. She had seen her father's laptop beep after shut down accompanied by the blink of the power light. Sounds stupid? Well, that was how she had learned to appreciate sound.
***
'Hullooooooo... good morning Alian.'
Alian read the message the first thing in the morning. He was going to give her a call when he stopped short- it would hurt her. To see him as insensitive as that. She couldn't hear him over phone... but her voice, her eyes her understanding beckoned him. Sigh.
'Hi Fanaa 'morning. What u doin?'
'I've been up since the past hour and a half. Was chatting to my mom. Showed her the spoiled pots.'
'What did ur mum say?'
'What would she? she was sad about me wasting her high-priced clay so she suggested it would be best to allow some children to color it. I was wondering....'
Alian stifled a yawn as he stretched and replied-
'only, I'm not a child- I'm legally adult...'
'And I'm illegally gonna force u to paint, how does that sound?'
'When r u planning to 'force' me into 'painting'? trust me, I've not touched a paintbrush in ages :P'
'Who said u need paint brushes to paint? I've better ways.'
'When can I find out those 'better ways' of yours?'
Fanaa felt her heartbeat racing, excited at the prospect of meeting him again. She replied as casually as she could manage-
'How about meeting up at the river moon café and then coming over to my place? Um... if u r free today'
Alian jumped out of bed and replied even as he was dashing towards his bathroom-
'Great, I'll see u at 11, same place. Gotta go see ya.'
Fanaa slung her bag which held a novel, her cell phone and a small purse, across her shoulder, slipped on a comfortable pair of platforms and locked the door behind her. Shit! She forgot breakfast. No problem, when would Sarah's salads help her if not now? Half an hour more....
***
"God! Why did you bring these?" Fanaa asked bewildered. A new set of canvas colors and three paintbrushes lay in front of her in a transparent bag. Alian was grinning since the moment he got out of the car. She had seen his guitar in the next seat but he just laid it back, covered it with something and left it in. oh yeah! He had the other things in hand....
The two of them sat at the same table and ordered salads. Sarah came and laid their dishes with a raised eyebrow but said nothing. Fanaa smiled at her and Sarah suppressed a giggle, customers were customers.
Alian dug into his plate of tomato salad with the ferocity of a hungry piranha and said before stashing a mouthful, "So, why and how were you awake last night... 3. In. the. Night?" mouthful in, he started chomping.
Fanaa played with the cucumber in her salad and answered him with her cute little chin held up- "I was reading a novel.... And you Mr.Alian?"
Another mouthful gulped down- "I was..." he took a swing of water as Fanaa started tearing up to see him eat the way he was, "I was listening to songs...."
"Are you scared of asking me questions that might hurt me?"
Alian said without hesitation, "Yes," another swing of water.
"Since how many days have you not had the basic necessity of life?"
"Which one Fanaa?"
"Food..." she broke into fits of laughter as a piece of coriander dangled from his mouth.
He smiled and continued chewing, not caring for the hanging piece of vegetable. Fanaa said after she had decent control over her laughter, "Ask me some questions... it's a wonderful way to find out about a person...."
Alian twisted the fork in his hand and held it like a mike- "to know me you must know the following details- My name is Alian, blood group A +ve, birth date 5th of November... I like the color emerald green, I love eating sea food and non veg stuff, and uh.... Yeah that's all you need to know...."
Fanaa rolled her eyes twice and laughed, showing a near perfect set of teeth.
"I'm not asking your interview for a job..."
"Sure..." once again he started sulking, "I already have one hell of a job..."
Fanaa could see the gloom surround him... she'd let him talk once he was distracted by something else. That'd keep him calm and give him time for some rational thinking. She detoured the topic to pot painting;
"Say, how about we finish this salad fast and I show you the pots we'll paint?"
Alian felt that she was changing the topic but he allowed her to lead the conversation.
He shrugged noting that his gloom was giving way to a feeling of excitement to start painting pots... with her.
Fanaa picked up her newly acquired set of colors and started walking towards the counter. Yesterday he had paid. As friends, she could pay it off today. They walked back together to the car, he wanted to take his guitar and go. Her house was ten minutes from the café and a walk in the mildly cloudy and cool wind wouldn't do much harm.
***
What happened in the afternoon was a dream come true. Fanaa sat near the window and looked out toward the café. They had painted the two pots. It was childish... painting with fingers... they had both worn aprons and settled on the ground with newspapers beneath the pots. They used the old colors... but the colors in Fanaa's heart were far from old... they were brand new... unknown and a vibrant mixture with a warm feeling she was afraid to name predominant.
She looked at the day's creation.... A beautiful pot... filled to the brim with happy memories.... She never knew that a miserable past would give way to such a beautiful present... and maybe just maybe... even the future....
***
Alian carried the black colored pot inside. Fanaa's favorite color was black... so she had painted the one he would take in automatic black color. With colors of the night life glistening with wetness. Hers was a green colored one. Obviously the black one was prettier. She had more practice... more talent.
An hour later Alian sat in front of his music system, the black pot drying off near him, adjusted the volume and began playing his guitar... Taylor Swift's I'm only me... when I'm with you....
***
I'll tell what happened that afternoon in the next chapter. Comments Please:) than you. Hope you're enjoying this story. Once i get my laptop back :( that'll be in the end of may, I'll post the next chapters of Devil's heir, Despondent lives, Clairvoyants and my grandmother's story- Desperate wings:) keep reading. And all u guys out there... be happy cause u never know when a sad heart will come along needing to share ur happiness:) A smile can create a miracle. so smile and spread the miracle u r:)
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