The girl with a convent accent.

 

 

‘Oh hello’

Aback. Professor Bhardwaj’s heartbeat stopped and then started beating with double frequency. The pressure of the blood flow raised causing high systolic and diastolic forces over his vascular region that caused redness all over his face. She had arrived.

 

 

 

 

The person for whom the hello was meant, and the conversation that took place, didn’t even came into his consideration. His all the attention was diverted towards the, convent style of talking and those giggle that has both mischievousness and decency, and the words filled be sweet juice of honey and cane. He had stopped writing for a while and concentrated himself towards that sweet voice. They were standing right next to his balcony, which his friend’s use to call terrace. He could have seen them from the right window if its left panel didn’t shut by the wind. Leaving his pen, he stood up and walked slightly towards the terrace and suddenly stopped, he tried looking through the right window, but couldn’t.

 

Professor was constantly looking at the people walking around on the sand and some kids sitting and making castles. Some college student playing basketball and. making pyramids, playing kabaddi some of them were hanging straight and some upside-down on the parallel bar, some mill worker were sitting and enjoying the evening with their comrades and some couples, hand in hands enjoying their youthful days. Professor wished to open the window but he thought that, that would be immoral for a person like him, to perform such an act. He again shifted his attention towards the beach and noticed some boys preparing for gymnastics, they were removing there t shirts and hang it over the fence, then some of them started to stretch their bodies and some were checking for equipment’s. Professor Bhardwaj was a champion in gymnast during his college days, he had won several medals in intercollege sports championship. On parallel bar and straight bar his stunts were impeccable, he has a record in high jump, roman ring and was a master in horse work. Since he came to this room he usually watch these players.

 

 

 

He returned to his table and started writing, again. Despite his focus he still not able to concentrate over his work as he didn’t know what was he writing. His attention was still outside on the terrace. Her style of talking her way of pronunciation and her decent manner, and the way she giggle took him deep into reveries.

 

When he had stood up from the chair, in that split of a second he had glanced outside, he noticed that today she didn’t wore the skirt but dark blue colored legging and cream colored sleeveless top. The hairs from side wards were touching her fair shoulder and she had lumped her hairs that were making her fair neck to look even taller. At one moment Professor wished to go and opened the gate of his room but his friend told him not to do so, as the breeze from the sea can create distemper and fade the wall. But the evening was beautiful that its profound charm couldn’t be explored by the windows. So sometimes in evening when he completed his work he opened the gate and stand there for some time, but today she was standing right next to his apartment, so she was a hurdle for him today. He hesitated to open the gate today. He was just walking to and fro in the room, every time he wishes to open the gate, he just move a step backward. Lost by his patient, he open the gate a breeze of fresh air embraced his body, without looking outside he came back and threw himself over the couch. And put both his hands with tangled finger on his head and   took a deep yawn.

 

 

But he didn’t remained sitting there, he jumped from the couch, at this age he could jump quickly gave him a sense of happiness. This was his activeness that gave him the way to prepare for D-PHIL. His college was transforming into university, and the principal advised him to complete his doctorate to become the head of the department in his subject, otherwise he may have to work under some junior. Professor had decided to do D-PHIL many years ago, and he had selected the topic of his thesis. But due to all the responsibility of wife, children and parents he had dropped the idea. But now like a young man, he draw the synopsis of the thesis and started working over that. Kolhapur has shortage of books and other information so it was hard for Prof Bhardwaj to continue his studies there, but his bosom friend lighten up the burden by giving him the keys of his sea facing apartment that was situated in Dadar, where Professor Bhardwaj can peacefully prepare for his doctorate and everything was easily available to him there. Professor agreed to that.

 

 

 

He goes back towards the curtain. There was a small almira that has mirror on it. Professor glanced over his reflection and noticed his tired eyes and wrinkles on his forehead. He picked up the face wash and towel and moved towards the bathroom, squeezing some emulsion out of the tube he rubbed his forehead and facial region, for some time. Then while washing the froth, a smile passed over his face remembering the other Professors back at university, who was as same as his age but, are obese and lazy, most of them were couch potatoes, Professor’s sleek and duly thin body gave him a sense of pride, he has maintain himself since collage days, he was active and all the time filled with zest. The reason for such shape was daily exercise that he perform, being a gymnast it was him prime concern to maintain body shape, his consciousness gave him this regime.

 

Wiping the face with the towel he came back to his room. And again stand near the mirror, he now noticed his hairs that had still no strand turned grey, his stretched face and deep thoughtful eyes were still a reason of attraction. It’s been 15 days since he had arrived in this apartment, and this girl snatch away all his attention. It was her giggle and way of taking that attracted Professor very much towards her, since day one these two girls came by his Window and started talking, he didn’t noticed the other one but this first girl was the center of his attraction, they both saunter around the building but generally take a moment of rest near his Window. He always tries to see her, but something always stopped him to do so.

 

 

 

This building where his friend had taken the apartment was known as ‘Sea fan’. It was five story building on candle road. The road that was passing right though the building was highway that connects Mumbai to Baroda, there were other two roads that wasn’t built sustainably. The apartment was situated on right most corner of the building on second floor, sea view was mesmerizing from there, at one side there was Dadar Railway Bridge and on the opposite side there was a drilling of oil taking place by some capitalists, for the past many years. At the back side of the building all the stairs were made up of iron people could easily use them to reach the beach in no time, there were two windows in Professor Bhardwaj room, from one whole sea view could be taken and the one situated on the right hand side, can be used to notice the movement of other flat mates, children and other people used to use this way to make their way to beach on the beach. These those two girls usually meet right at this place and chit chat  about their day for hours in the evening, taking away the concentration of Prof. This girl magical voice, transformed prof Bhardwaj into a young and active man, her smile had made him, her admirer. She was the reason of generating some kind of curious power into his shattered veins. From last two weeks he felt like he was back in his youth who is, in his twenties.

 

 

 

One fine evening he was sitting and writing something, he suddenly noticed the sound of her slippers that were moving towards the terrace, today she was alone, taking a glance from the right window he decided to go out. He stood up and moved towards the gate, he stopped there and backed off, thinking that it would not be a good idea to open the gate, she may feel uncomfortable. So he started taking rounds in his apartment, after sometimes he thought to just open the gate and act casual so that she might remain placid. He opened the gate and came out picking out his pen from the pocket and started scratching his temple with its edge, as if he was playing chess with a champion who has given him check, in first five moves.

 

 

 

For some time he  pretend to look at the sea, but then he shifted his gaze to her white nylon slippers, for some moment he didn’t looked anywhere else but those fair feet, that promises a great time, if you are around them, then he slipped his gaze to  her chambray milky white salwar and dark blue kamiz and then to her Buffy hairstyle that was giving a real charm to this evening and a never fading memory, she was also staring at him, he noticed her face and it was same as he had imagined it to be. Shifting his eyes towards the railway bridge he noticed the sun was setting and people were started to accumulate near the beach, for some time he remained calm and didn’t shifted his eyes from the beach and the waves of the sea and horizon. As the sun was setting it was getting more redness around, and the water was turning darker, lights from oil refinery lit up. Professor Bhardwaj observed the waves that were moving more close to Beach and every time making, people playing kabaddi wet. Then he slightly glanced over the girl, she was now still sitting there looking at the people, may be trying to find someone known. But there was no one on the beach that could become her center of attraction, there were some bhelpuri stalls, and some other chart stalls nearby, couple were enjoying their evening with some appetizing stuff.

 

 

 

Prof Bhardwaj with some courage walked towards her, she didn’t noticed him, and stand at a very short distance, he then noticed that she was looking towards the mill labours playing some new kind game. Two young lad were lied on the moist sand, one other guy from some distance ran towards them and jumped, in order to cross them both, with a flip in the air he was able to do so and drop over the other side on wet sand. ‘Wrong’ prof said in his mind, he should remain stand straight after the jump.  Then there were three lads lied and then four. The girl was constantly looking at their game, Professor coughed, but she didn’t cared about his existence around her. Out of the blue, prof ran towards the first floor and from the terrace of first floor he jumped down, twelve feet of height straight over his two legs, stiff he controlled his balance, then he ran towards the mill worker, due to the jump and running his breath was faster he could feel the flow of blood in his brain but in spite he joined the mill workers, all those young men’s were listening to his instructions, still the pen was in Professor’s hands. He then asked to boys to lie down, and he then ran and jump over them and stand still instead of falling down, due to this his back ached and he felt sort of dizziness he ignored the pain, and asked two more men to go and lie down with other two, this time he was filled with pride and he looked towards the girl on the terrace, she was still looking at him, he ran towards to jump, while jumping all his body weight accumulated at one side and he didn’t able to complete a flip and fall over his neck.

 

The sun was completely set by this time, only the lights from oil refinery lit most of the part of the beach. Watching the rush on the sea shore a guys from ‘Sea fan’ building came running towards the terrace

He asked the girl, ‘what happened?’

‘That silly old man,’ the girl said pointing towards his apartment, ‘has broken his neck over there.’

The guy ran towards the beach the girl remain all in her solitude, sitting there, putting her legs one over the other,  and shifting her attention towards the boats that were returning from the west.

 

BM

 

5 Comments on "The girl with a convent accent."

  1. Creative writing. Very Intresting.

  2. Pratyush Nigam | March 26, 2017 at 14:53 | Reply

    Really hats off 🙌🙌

  3. Hey Brijesh.. very nicely written… good choice of words and expression .. keep up the good work ..:)

  4. LOT OF GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES & SPELLING MISTAKES

    If you people claiming to be expert in English language and reviewing the books then it is disgusting if there tons of ERRORS!!!

    PLEASE STOP WRITING IN ENGLISH AND WRITE ONLY KAVITA & DOHAS ONLY!!!

    here are few mistakes –

    – …Since he came to this room he usually watch these players.
    – …he noticed that today she didn’t wore the skirt but dark blue colored
    – .. he just move a step backward..
    – …he open the gate a breeze of fresh air embraced his body,
    – …But now like a young man, he draw the synopsis of the thesis and started working over
    – …The reason for such shape was daily exercise that he perform, being a gymnast it …
    – …he didn’t noticed the other one but this first girl was the center of his attraction, th…
    -…. From last two weeks he felt like he was back in his youth who is, in his twenties….
    -…Professor coughed, but she didn’t cared about his existence around her. Out …
    -…Watching the rush on the sea shore a guys from ‘Sea fan’ building came running towards the terrace…
    -…The guy ran towards the beach the girl remain all in her solitude, sitting there, putting her legs one over the other, and shifting her attention towards the boats that were returning from the west..

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