Avik's Story

I was having beer. This was third, and I felt smoking. A live band was performing in main section of the bar. George Michaels’s ‘Last Christmas’ was filling the alcoholic air in a local accent and people all over wearing cheap Christmas caps were like in trance. I got up and walked towards the smoking section. I was in Trincas, a nostalgic bar in Park Street in Kolkata. The smoking room was nothing but a small glass cube filled with smoke. I entered with shaky moves and sat on a chair layered with ashes. ‘Last Christmas’ by then was replaced by ‘Brazil’ of Venga Boys. I closed my eyes. It felt awesome. Thousands of colourful bubbles were floating all over my mind. Didn’t know how long I was there, I came to sense to an angelic voice. ‘Do you have match sticks’? I looked up. A shady image. She was tall. Too tall. Her left hand held a cigarette between index and middle fingers and she had a beautiful face with long open hair. ‘Sorry, I don’t have any’? I managed, nodding my...

Usually I stood at the side of sliding door of metro coach. Usually it was densely packed with office goers and students and usually I was reading a book with headphone over my ears. I was listening Kenny G’s melodious saxophone. It was soothing me a bit and was helping me coping with the nasty reality waiting for me whole day. And then came a jolt, the train was suddenly halted and the momentum shuddered everybody inside the coach. For some good reason driver had used the brake and for the same reason, the passengers standing without any support on their back, severely leaned forward first and then went back as they were. A woman in her forties was murmuring holding a book, presumably a religious one with lots of chants. Her eyes were closed and she stood facing me. She had a short height, medium weight and black hair with few white strings. The sudden jolt abruptly interrupted her murmuring cum prayer and pushed her away all over me. In panic, she tried to get hold of the...

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