Fiction & Me

So I have gone and done something completely insane. I’ve written short fiction. And this is a big deal for me because I have a tendency to go on and on when I’m writing. I have no stopping point. And I love run on sentences and rambles and everything else. See. I’ve been rambling about the same thing.

Point is, I’ve written fiction and I want feedback.

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So here it is. I would appreciate any and all constructive criticism even if it means you telling me you think it sucks. I don’t mind. Okay, here goes:

Hero

He walked into my life much like a Hindi film hero would when making his entry in said film. Full on tashan, a confident swagger and a charming grin on his lips as he held onto my shoulder for dear life to prevent me from falling.

I had, of course, been skipping and bouncing carelessly in the hallowed corridors of my office building during one of many smoke breaks. And true to my careless nature, the water on the floor had completely escaped my notice resulting in the almost slipping and falling flat on my face incident. I was sure that in a split second I would have been hugging the floor.

I had closed my eyes in anticipation of the fall when I realised that somehow I was still standing, albeit a bit slanted but vertical nonetheless and not horizontal.

Slowly opening my eyes, the first thing I noticed were eyes the color of melted honey staring back at me with a slight twinkle. The charming grin and strong grip followed that observation.

I am convinced that if my life were a movie, the background song would be Salman Khan’s version of ‘Main Hoon Hero Tera’. Music makes up a very powerful part of our lives without us even realising it. We often tend to associate moments in our lives with songs or music that means something to us that resonates with us on a level that we don’t quite understand fully. But I digress.

“Are you okay?” he asked me softly.

The concern in his tone was evident but I was distracted by his hair that was falling softly onto his forehead. I had of course seen him around the building before but this was probably the first time I was being given the opportunity to observe my subject of interest so closely.

On not getting a coherent reply from me, he helped me stand slowly and gently nudged my shoulder. He looked at me with a small smile on his face as he politely waited for me to snap back to reality.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine”, I exclaimed.

“Thanks for helping. I’m pretty clumsy like that”, I continued.

“Personally, I think the skipping and bouncing is cute. But I’m surprised you haven’t fallen before today”, he said slyly.

Sometimes with some people, there is a spark that you can just feel. Most of the time you can’t explain why or how it is there, just that it is. I was having one of those moments and something told me he was too. Maybe it was the earnest smile or the mischief in his eyes.

Gaining control of my sense very quickly, I cocked my head to one side and looked at him with a smirk.

“Oh so you’ve noticed it before?” I said.

The shy smile that replaced the earnest look on his face told me I was right. He had felt it too.

He slowly raised his right hand and extended it to ruffle the back of his head; a sure sign of sheepishness.

“It’s kind of hard to not notice you”, he said.

“I sincerely hope you mean that in the good way”, I said immediately.

He looked at me directly, held my gaze for a beat and nodded.

“Of course”, he said.

The gaze held me captured for maybe 2 or 3 seconds; we were having one of those moments I mentioned earlier and I was enthralled. Suddenly a rather familiar voice at the other end of the corridor screamed for me.

“Oye! Drama queen, are you coming?”

Startled, I looked to the other end to see my friend standing there, waving to get my attention. I smiled at him one last time and started walking in her direction.

“I’m Ishaan by the way!” he said a bit loudly from behind me.

I smiled to myself and turned over my right shoulder to give him my best profile look and my sunniest smile.

“Good, I’m Simran”, I said.

“So, I’ll see you soon?” Ishaan asked.

“Maybe”, I said smiling as I turned into the corridor.

-Fin-

So thoughts, comments? Love it? Hate it? Not sure?

Let me know!

Until next time,

Live long and prosper.

May the Force be with you!

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