Nikam Rohit

Confession We were all staring at the laptop's screen, watching Aumkar and Nikhil sorting out the engagement pictures they'd captured a week ago, as they were assigned to it. We occupied the second last table towards the junior college in the deserted canteen. It was one of many other jobless evenings spent in the college premises. No sooner I stretched myself from the end of my spine to give a clumsy yawn, than my eyes noticed someone at the other end of this narrow roofed space. Hiding myself, going low on the seat and engaging in useless activity on my mobile phone, I tried ignoring. Very tactfully, I caught a glimpse from the corner of my eye. Just after some gaunt giggles and low pitched humming falling on my ears, I found Sayali storming away from Aanchal, hiding an obvious blush on her face, moving rapidly and unstably towards the junior college. A few steps and she was about to pass by us, when our eyes met. "Hey!" She waved, pasting a nervous smile on he...

Those guys. Normal, simple, the usual ones. They aren't in love! Nor in a relationship! So what do they exactly share? What is it that keeps them both attached to each other without being so keen about their feelings? Okay lets analyse the situation. The beginning. They met. Got introduced. Now were friends. Thats it. What else? Sharing thread's of messages on Facebook? Or just the increase in the conversation due to the exchange of cellphone numbers? When was the time they were struck with the lightning of caressing? Now at present. They talk. Fight on useless topics. Going topic less sometimes. Then again digging for something new. Flirting! Yes! Flirting. Its common, isn't it? Well you know it is when you're up to it intentionally. Why does one flirt? To make the person at the other screen smile just for a second? Maybe it is all worth it, when you get a text back with a blushing smiley. You know the person is blushing himself, smiling without a reason. Now that'...

The flash back  I was constantly staring at the ceiling fan, moving in a circular motion, yet not able to provide me with any supply of air, due to its speed. Though the temperature in Alibaug falls down by the night, the mosquitoes don't. Vishal was lying beside me, engaging himself in the same act, that of mine. *Lying still and straight. Hands folded behind head, using it as a double for the pillow. Eyes focused straight on the  machine  hanging on the ceiling. Empty mind.* No sooner my cell phone beeped, I jumped across Vishal, landing on the marble flooring; cracking some spilled chips and kicking the cold drinks bottles which were already gulped down by us. Reaching the window where laid  my mobile . The only place, in the entire room where it got hold of some network provided by the service provider, who  claimed  of reaching the most orthodox corners of India. “Who is it?” questioned Vishal. “The same person who was minutes ago.” I said ...

Afternoon A lazy summer afternoon, the sun burning bright over our heads, tanning our bodies. We walked across the bridge talking on useless topics. Laughing, commenting on the posters hung across the buildings, sweating, dehydrating due to the heat. The sun poured on this side of the earth. The conversation was more about the  nonsensical  topics rather than that of flirting and romance, like most of the couples do. The person besides me was the one who made her presence in my life without even making me aware of it. It was a sudden turnover which created a strong bond between the both of us. It was just a handful of meetings when we both were together, alone, still maintaining a distance.  We kept walking till we found a place to rest ourselves on. Tired and exhausted, sitting on the concrete stretch of diversion cornering the two footpaths. The huge peepal tree, providing its shade and the continuous flow of the cold breeze in this warm afternoon. The sound of ...

Echos of the footsteps, falling on my ears. So silent, so numb was the corridor, with me alone. Darkness so black such no light could enter, breathing heavy, blind sighted, I kept moving in search of that unlocked door. In the corner I saw a streak of light, unfolding the black with its mighty white. It was a door which was made of gold, bright and sparkling, engraved with the finest carvings. Studded with jewels and diamonds, giving off a shimmering reflection. Possessing richness, royalty, pride and prestige, it stood high, strong in its stance, latched with platinum, locked with arrogance. I thought knocking on it, but failed. Feeling the uneasiness to bear the richness the pain behind it. I moved my hands on the shimmering gold, the precious jewels. They all together were pulling me towards them. I was the iron, they the magnet. Moving a step behind, I kept praising the beauty, so far, yet so beautiful. Turning around, I d...

While lying on your bed, pillow below your head, in the cozy pajamas, the tangled hairs. Tired all day long. Still in an attempt to stay the whole night to talk. You rest those sharply curved eyes, unexpectedly. Leaving this conversation undone. Incomplete are those words, those lines, the thread of those messages we share. Without the blink of your reply on the screen. I lye here, waiting, wandering, and hoping you may be awake. Then realizing that, you've already gone in the calmness of total darkness. Trying not to concern the notion of reality, I make an effort to close my eyes, and leave the world behind. A slide show of images start running through my mind, linking the previous image with the unlinked other. Then appears a face, faded. Making it's presence far away from my vision, narrowed and keenly focused. Slowly gaining sharpness. I start smiling knowing the fact that the face needs no introduction to make it's identity. First I look in those eyes, so...

Shall I compare you, to the seasons I know. Starting with the freezing winter, the dead autumn, bright summer and the lucid monsoon. Just when the winds strikes my bare body, their is a sudden shiver, in my veins. I know the winter has arrived. I then start to rub my hands, in a attempt to gain the warmth again, to rejuvenate the life again. Everything now, in the Winter, seems to be so blissful, so nurtured. Finding beauty in everything my eyes come parallel of. The mountains, which are difficult to reach, now covered with a peaceful snow. Watching them from a distance, also makes these eyes go numb. Praising the beauty. So wonderful. So peaceful. Then comes the Autumn. Symbol of death. Where the life is being introduce to the most cruel notion of reality. "End". But I find something interesting even in this season. The roads, covered with the parched leaves, making it colorize than ever in the annum. A hope, of rebirth, replenishment, a new beginning. It possess a...