Monday, February 13, 2012



Here is a story I wrote long ago for Valentine's Day...

She stands in front of the full-length mirror and looks at herself. 

She cringes a bit, for she does not like what she sees.

The jeans make her look fat.  

And the tight blue top – it’s all wrong! 

So she wears a loose dress – Churidar, Kurta and Dupatta – to hide her bulges. 

She looks at her new high-heels – should she? They’ll make her look tall, less fat.

No. Not today.  

Now it’s got to be walking shoes.

A brisk invigorating walk from Chowpatty to Churchgate rejuvenating her body breathing the fresh evening sea breeze on 
Marine Drive is what she needs to cheer her up. 

She stands on the weighing machine at Churchgate station and, with a tremor of trepidation, puts in the coin.

Lights flash.

Out comes the ticket.

She looks at it.  

Same as yesterday.  

And the day before.  

And the day before. 

No change. 

She is doomed.  

There is never any change in her weight or in her fortune. 

Her face falls.

She’s trying so much; exercising, dieting. But it’s no use.

She looks longingly at the Softy Ice Cream counter.

There is a smart young handsome man with two Ice Cream cones, one in each hand.

He looks at her for that moment longer than necessary.

She averts her eyes, but he walks up to her and says, “Hi! How are you?”

She looks at him confused.  

His face seems vaguely familiar. 

“You are Sheena’s roommate, aren’t you?” he asks. 

She remembers him. He is Sheena’s boyfriend from HR. 

“Here,” he says, coming close, proffering an Ice Cream cone. 

She steps back awkwardly, perplexed and taken aback by the man’s audacity.  

“Take it fast. It’ll melt,” he says. 

She hesitates, confused. 

“Come on. Don’t be shy. I know you love Ice Cream. Sheena told me.” 

She takes the Ice Cream cone from his hands. 

“I’m Mohan. I work in HR.” 

She doesn’t say anything. 

“Let’s walk,” he says, “and hey, eat your ice cream fast before it melts”.

They start walking.

As they walk slowly out of Churchgate station towards 
Marine Drive, they slowly lick the creamy yummy softy ice cream off their cones. 

“You walked all the way?” he asks. 

“Yes,” she speaks for the first time. 

“All alone?” 


“You come here every evening?” 

“Yes. I jog every morning too.” 

“All alone?” 

“No. On other days we come together.”


"Sheena and me." 

“And today?” 

“Sheena’s gone out.” 

“For the Valentine's Day party at the disc?” 


“And you? Why didn't you go for the party? Didn't want to go all alone is it? No date? No date even on Valentine's Day?” 

She’s furious. But she controls herself. She says nothing. There is no point getting on the wrong side of HR. 

He notices and says, "Hey, don't get angry. I didn't go the party too."

She hastens her steps and says, “Okay. Bye. Time for me to go! And thanks for the Ice Cream.”

“No. No. Wait. Let’s have a Pizza over there,” he says pointing to the Pizzeria on Marine Drive by the sea. 

“No. Please. I’ve got to go.” 

“Come on. Don’t count your calories too much. And don’t weigh yourself every day.” 

“What?” she goes red with embarrassment!

This is too much.

So this guy has been stalking her - watching her every day.

Outwardly she fumes. But inside, she secretly feels a flush of excitement.

“Yes. Don’t get obsessed about your weight. Like Sheena.”


“She keeps nagging me about my weight?” 

“But you’re not fat!” she says. 

“Then what would you say I am?” he asks. 

“Let’s say you’re on the healthier side?” 

“Healthier side? That’s great!” he says amused. “Then you too are on the healthier side, aren’t you?” 

“Oh yes. We both are on the healthier side.” She laughs.

He laughs.

They both laugh together.

Healthy laughter!

They sit in the sea breeze and relish, enjoy their pizzas.

He is easy to talk to, she has much to say, and the words come tumbling out.

And so they enjoy a ‘healthy’ Valentine's Day date.

Together, they relish delicious Pizzas, and other lip smacking goodies, to their hearts’ content, and then they top up the the satiating repast with heavenly ice creams at Rustom’s nearby.

“Where were you?”  Sheena asks when she returns to their room in the working women’s hostel late at night. 

“I had a date.” 

“You? Fatso? A date?”  Sheena says disbelievingly

“Yes. I had a date. A Valentine's Day date at Churchgate.”

“A Valentine's Day date at Churchgate? Wow! Things are looking up for you yaar!” 

“Yes. Things are really looking up for me. And you Sheena? How was your Valentine's Day date?” 

“The whole evening was ruined. That creep Mohan. He stood me up. He didn’t turn up for the party and kept his mobile off.” 


“You’ve met him.” 

“Mohan? I don't think you have introduced me to any Mohan.” 

“Of course I have. He’s come here to pick me up so many times. He comes over to meet me at our office too. He works in HR.” 

“Oh! That guy from HR. The chap on the healthier side! That’s your darling Mohan, is it?” 

“Darling? My foot!” Sheena says angrily, "Bloody ditcher, that’s what that Mohan is. How dare he stand me up? And that too on Valentine's Day? To hell with him!” Sheena mutters and goes off to sleep.    

But our heroine cannot sleep.

She eagerly waits for sunrise.

For at six in the morning her newfound beau Mohan has promised to meet her on 
Marine Drive opposite the Aquarium - for a “healthy’”jog on Marine Drive.

And they will be meeting in the evening too - at Churchgate - for ice cream, pizza and a yummy lovey-dovey date.

Overwhelmed with a joyful sense of anticipation, she feels happy. 

Happiness is when you have something to look forward to.

Dear Reader - Tell me if you liked this simple story. And have a Happy Valentine's Day.

Copyright © Vikram Karve 2012
Vikram Karve has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work.
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A creative person with a zest for life, Vikram Karve is a retired Naval Officer turned full time writer. Educated at IIT Delhi, ITBHU Varanasi, The Lawrence School Lovedale and Bishops School Pune, Vikram has published two books: COCKTAIL a collection of fiction short stories about relationships (2011) and APPETITE FOR A STROLL a book of Foodie Adventures (2008) and is currently working on his novel and a book of vignettes and short fiction. An avid blogger, he has written a number of fiction short stories, creative non-fiction articles on a variety of topics including food, travel, philosophy, academics, technology, management, health, pet parenting, teaching stories and self help in magazines and published a large number of professional research papers in journals and edited in-house journals for many years, before the advent of blogging. Vikram has taught at a University as a Professor for almost 15 years and now teaches as a visiting faculty and devotes most of his time to creative writing. Vikram lives in Pune India with his family and muse - his pet dog Sherry with whom he takes long walks thinking creative thoughts.

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1 comment:

Rachana Shakyawar said...

Super sweet!
I might turn into diabetic on the healthier note :)
I can believe could be a real story... Rocking..loved it!

between i even liked some days bk a story at Oxford Library. ;)
I missed on commenting...but you rock with mini heartwarming love stories!!! Kindly tag me next time when u r publishing love see, I don't hate love Stories!

~Keep the Spark ALive..