Sunday, January 22, 2017

My First Love Story – Rendezvous at Sunrise – A Tale of Unrequited Love

I was delighted to see that I hade been featured as the BLOGGER OF THE WEEK  (url link below at the end of this blog post) 

I harked back in time – nostalgically thought about my writing and blogging journey – and  I remembered this story – my first piece of creative writing – and – my first blog post. 

Long back – in the 1980– when I was in Vizag – we went on long walks – to Dolphin Nose and the Beach below  especially on Sunday Mornings.

It was after one of these walks – 29 years ago – that a story germinated in my mind.

I wrote the story.

It was my first piece of creative writing (I had done a lot of non-creative writing before).

Dear Reader: Here is the story – my first Love Story – a Tale of Unrequited Love...

RENDEZVOUS AT SUNRISE
Short Fiction  A Simple Love Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE

PROLOGUE

If you ask me what motivated me into writing my first short story  I will say: The Sunday Morning Market in Vizag. 

Yes  it was a visit to this Sunday Morning Market – 29 years ago  in 1988 – that inspired me to write my first story  Rendezvous at Sunrise.

In Vizag (Visakhapatnam)  every Sunday Morning  I would go up to Dolphin’s Nose  and then come down to the beach (which we called Continental Beach) to relax in the waters and walk on the sands. 

After that  on our way back  we would head for the “Sunday Market” at Scindia to pick up our weekly stock of vegetables and other goodies.

Maybe  this Sunday Morning Activity stimulated the dormant and latent creativity in me and gave birth to my first piece of creative writing  a love story.

Your first love always has an enduring place in your heart. 

It is the same with your first creative work.

Your first creative baby always has a special significance. 

This is the first short story I wrote. 

It is a simple love story.

It is a story of inchoate and unrequited love that happens to all of us.

I wrote this story 29 years ago during my Vizag days after a visit to the Sunday Morning Market.

I kept this story with me in my diary for some time.

Then  one day  I sent this story to the literary supplement of a newspaper in response to a fiction story competition.

To my delightful surprise  this story won the first prize. 

I cannot describe my emotion when I saw my story in print  given the pride of place in the magazine.

Yes, this was my first published work of Fiction  my first Creative Baby. 

I love this story  Rendezvous at Sunrise

Do read the story and tell me if you like it.


RENDEZVOUS AT SUNRISE  a Simple Love Story By Vikram Karve

Sunrise  on the eastern coast  is a special event.

I stood at Dolphin’s Nose 
 a spur jutting out into the Bay of Bengal  to behold the breaking of the sun’s upper limb over the horizon of the sea.

As the eastern sky started unfolding like crimson petals of a gigantic flower 
 I was overcome by a wave of romance and nostalgia – vivid memories  not diminished by the fact that almost 10 years had passed.
  
I was a young bachelor then  and Vizag (Visakhapatnam) did not have much to offer.

Every Sunday morning  I used to rise before dawn and head for Dolphin’s Nose to enjoy the resplendent spectacle of sun majestically rising out of the sea.

The fresh salty sea breeze was a panacea for all the effects of the hangover caused by Saturday night excesses.
  
After the viewing the metamorphosis at sunrise  I used to walk downhill along the steep mountain-path towards the rocky beach for a brief swim.

I used to notice a flurry of activity at a distance 
 in the compound of a decrepit building  which I used to ignore  but curious  one day I decided to have a closer look.
  
It was a fish market.

Most of the customers were housewives from the nearby residential complexes who were in their “Sunday-worst” – sans make-up, slovenly dressed, face unwashed and unkempt hair – what a contrast from their carefully decked-up appearances at the club the previous evening...
  
I began to walk away  quite dejected.

And suddenly  I saw her.

I stopped in my tracks.

She was a real beauty – tall, fair and freshly bathed 
 her long lustrous hair dancing on her shoulders.

She had large expressive brown eyes – and her sharp features were accentuated by the rays of the morning Sun.

I cannot begin to describe the sensation she evoked in me 
 but it was the first time in my life that I felt my heart ache with intense yearning.

I knew this was love.
  
But – I knew in my heart that I stood no chance.

She had a mangalsutra around her neck.

She was married – maybe happily too.

Nevertheless 
 I went close to her – and  I made her pretense of buying some fish.

Smiling cannily at me.

She selected a couple of pomfrets and she held them out to me.

I managed to briefly touch her soft hands – the feeling was electric 
 and a shiver of thrill passed through me.

She communicated an unspoken goodbye with her teasing dancing eyes 
 and then  she briskly walked away.

I was too delightfully dazed to follow her.

I returned to my room – and – I had fried pomfret for breakfast. 

Needless to say  the pomfret fish were delicious.
   
I religiously followed this routine every Sunday morning.

She never missed her rendezvous with me – same place 
 same time  at precisely 7 o’clock in the morning.

But – not a word was exchanged between us.

I was too shy 
 and she probably wanted to keep it this way – a beautiful ethereal relationship – a love so delicate that one wrong move might destroy everything.
   
Meanwhile  I developed a taste for fried pomfret – which was quite creditable  considering that I had never eaten fish before.
   
I left Vizag – and I traveled around the world – I met so many beautiful girls in the numerous exotic places I visited  but I never forgot her.

A man’s first love always has an enduring place in his heart.
   
And now  I was back in Vizag almost ten years later.

As I walked down the slope towards the beach 
 in my mind’s eye  I could still vividly visualize the playfully sublime look on her face  her gentle smile and communicative eyes – although 10 years had passed.

I could not contain the mounting excitement and anticipation in me. 

I was desperately yearning to see her again. 

It was a forlorn hope  but I was flushed with optimism.
   
As I reached the beach  I noticed that the Sun was well clear of the horizon.

I glanced at my watch. 

It was almost 7 o’clock.

I hastened my step – I almost broke into a run – and in a few minutes 
 I reached the fish market.

I stood exactly at the same spot where we used to have our rendezvous at sunrise.
  
With tremors of anticipation  and trepidation  I looked around with searching eyes.

Nothing had changed. 

The scene was exactly the same as I had left it ten years ago.

Only one thing was missing 
 SHE wasn’t there.

Yes  she wasn’t there.

I had drawn a blank.

I was crestfallen.

My mind went blank.

I stood vacuously  oblivious to the world around me.

And suddenly I felt that familiar electrifying touch  the same shiver of thrill.

It shook me to reality  as quick as lighting.

She softly put two pomfret fish in my hands.

I was in seventh heaven.
   
I looked at her.

I was not disappointed.

Her beauty had enhanced with age.

But something had changed.

Yes, it was in her eyes.

Her large brown eyes did not teasingly dance anymore.

There was a trace of sadness  a tender poignancy in her liquid brown eyes as she bid me an unspoken goodbye.

I was so dumbstruck by the suddenness of the event  and the enormity of the moment  that I stood frozen  like a statue  unable to react or to say anything.   

It was only as she was leaving – that I noticed  that there was no mangalsutra around her slender neck.


VIKRAM KARVE
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This story is a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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I wrote this story 29 years ago in 1988 and I have posted it online earlier in my creative writing blogs when I started blogging around 18 years ago, then again in then year 2004, and many times later at urls: http://creative.sulekha.com/a-story-of-unrequited-love-by-vikram-karve_27566_blog  and many times on my various blogs like http://creative.sulekha.com/rendezvous-at-sunrise-my-first-romance_48501_blog  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/03/rendezvous-at-sunrise-tale-of.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/04/my-first-romance.html  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/06/sunday-morning-romance.html etc  



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