Forbidden Love Story

to this office room after classes are over.” He al

ght smile of thank you play

d door and steps in. The couches in the living room to the right, and behind the two single couches seem to welcome him. As always, out of habit, his eyes fall on the book shelf with a few books – Love in the Time of Cholera, Poets in

On the right side of this door, the two small flights of wooden stairs lead to his bedroom a

e style seem to smile at his excitement. One touches the window overlooking the front yard, the gate and of course the street of the neighbourhood while the other touches the lef

hair, the policeman reading the suicide note, all the scenes return to him, depressing him again. He goes up to the window. The quiet yard, the guava tree, and the silent section of the road is not less than heaven. Some other news reaches his ears and he returns to his seat. The scandal of

mesmerised

their stud and dangling ear rings. What role had the visions to p

mother had run away with

und out, would her mother have taken recourse to the gun? If not

ayed her Queen of Hear

m the fourth can and looks out of the window. His neighbou

it seeks to prove to the world that our very existence depends on the purity of its existence. On the

dusk. Likewise, love is reborn. And relationship is reborn too. But only to die. The core, our core is not left un-attacke

affair. Very soon they meet in his hostel room, on a Saturday after room-mates have left for their homes. He plays a few numbers to ease the atmosphere of the first meet inside the room shared between him and his two room-mates. The next thing after the songs, they land up naked – in his single bed – with passi

pposes his unconventional thinking. She never lets go of that pen-sketch. When in bed with her, it always makes him visualize that he is knifing her instead

tattooed dagger. A day arrives when he tells her to forget making a dagger sketch on her body – at least when they are in bed. She does come some days without i

shade on the canvas of his hear

manent dusk. A dusk that will s

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lowed by a soft voice – Sir. A smile. A set of sparkling white teeth. Tear-filled eyes. He switches hi

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good piece, Bruce Gomez. Cheers! and he r

no doubt, short term and long term goal. But what

ago. And his head gradually falls on t

ing sound of various-sized bowls merge together, following one goal of remaining true with one another for one purpose, that is, to produce music. He wonders at the capacity of sounds to produce soulful music so that anyone hearing will

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t jam on a plate. While biting the bread, he scans the day’s newspaper. The weather will have a maximum temperature of thirty-two degrees and a minimum of twenty, and the humidity wi

followed by the news: The ruling party supporters will hold a procession on 3rd of April at the Town Square at 1

ecalls. Normal flow of traffic can only resume around 5 pm. Ab

generally off on Saturdays but he goes to college for two hours to catch up on the week’s pending work. At the gate he meets the

detached from the rest of the rooms – the classrooms on the same floor, the library room and the coordinator’s room. Once s

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