Person, Place, Thing

This story has been written as part of wordpress writing challenge.
Note: The challenge asks to go to a place observe people and write about it. I have taken a different approach and written a totally fictional story while trying to incorporate the theme of Person, Place, Thing.


         Life is part, if not entirely an accident. Where one is born, one’s family, the place of birth are all ordained by fate. Yet each individual alters the course of destiny from thereon, by asserting his/her free will, making choices.

“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.” – Einstein.

3 months had passed by, yet it felt like a minute. She had walked into the office, winter at its peak. Signs of weariness from flying across continents barely visible on her face. Her deep eyes shone, her olive skin glowed, jet black hair flowing across her shoulders. She had a upright gait and came across as self assured. Dressed in a smart white business suit, curving around her slim waist, she looked fresh as a rose with a slender stem placed in a vase. Then again, in his delirium, she might have appeared as Aphrodite. With his more hip colleagues around, Sunil never stood a chance. But fortune smiled on him, being at the right ‘place’at the right time ! He was the first to reach office that day and showed Kyra around. Conversations grew from that day onwards, revolving around project and life. She was from Greece, passionate about art, literature and music. She lived with her heart. He more with reason. Born and brought up in India, his life circled around math, science and spirituality. As days passed formality accorded to a stranger turned into the familiarity of a friend. Weekends were spent travelling around India.

 The last weekend was reserved for the symbol of love, Taj Mahal. The project was over and she would take a late night flight back to Greece.

It was built by emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his wife and today stands as a symbol of love” he said. Standing in front of the magnificent white marble structure. Four marble pillars form the corners of a square surrounding the main white domed mausoleum. Beautifully landscaped garden runs out from the gate till the front of the monument.

Centuries from now time might ravage the structure but it will always stand for the most precious ‘thing’ in life – love” he said philosophically.

So Mr philosopher which one will you be prefer ? Arranged marriage, as has been the traditional way in your culture or prefer to fall in love and get married?” she asked

Well mademoiselle, either way is welcome as long as love binds the marriage!” he replied enthusiastically

So do you have somebody that you are seeing currently?” she asked with a smile.

Oh I wish” he sighed

What sort of a person would you be looking for?” she quizzed

Ah somebody like you!” he quipped and laughed out loud.

She was taken aback not knowing what to make out of it “That might be difficult. God created me uniquely” she said, crossing her right feet behind her left and taking a theatrical bow.

There was an awkward pause and then he spoke slowly looking into her eyes “Then I guess my search for that ‘person’ is over”.


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