Coffee And Karma

I opened the door of ICU and scanned through the big hall but I couldn't find her. Suddenly, I realized it was her on the bed next to me wearing a green gown (so unusual of her) and an oxygen mask and couple of machines and needles going through her. She looked half of her size. I stopped breathing for a moment. I couldn't believe this is happening. I went inside, touched her hand and she moved and looked at me. I knew she wanted to say something. As if she's telling me to rescue her from here or may be she's welcoming me as she always would when she sees me. But she was definitely saying something from her eyes.  Every day after that I would wait outside for visiting hours and try to get as much time as I could in those 2 times I could visit. Did I thank her enough? Did I spend enough time with her? Do I even know her enough? Suddenly, all the time spent with her seemed less. I could see her life slipping. There were days when I would find myself alone with her a

For those who believe in law of attraction, the title would make sense :) "So 11 @ Google, huh?"  he said , and murmured E-L-E-V-E-N to himself.. "Yesssss" , she said with a beam in her eyes and a wide smile.. :D "You must have seen Google evolving no?" , he asked in amazement.. "Well, if you look back at last decade of your life, you'll realize EVERYTHING evolved as well. Smartphones vs no smartphones world no?" , she said while fiddling with her phone and a smile on her face.. "But.. how you do you feel? And if I may ask, what would you advice to others?" "Just love what you do and don't count the years. As they say, age is just a number" ;)

Here's my first attempt at a short fictional story. Would love to hear your feedback in comments. Scene 1 Prithvi Theatre, Mumbai A girl, in her early thirties, is waiting for the queue to form for the 9pm play she booked. It's 8:30pm, and the place is beautifully decked up in yellow and red lights. There are posters all around on upcoming theatre shows but the one poster that brings a smirk to her face is titled as "savdhan! dulhe ki talash hai". As she is sipping the cold coffee, she observes the people who are here for the show, and starts thinking about how Delhi and Mumbai have different vibes. "Excuse me. Are you a writer?"  Suddenly these words bring her back to reality. A guy, probably in his mid/late thirties, with black frames is standing next to her.  "Umm, no." She smiles. "though I aspire to be" she murmurs to herself. "Oh, you look like a writer. "  "Really?" "