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Debby's Store of This & That:Getting Married|Pg 12 (Page 7)

debby IF-Dazzler

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Posted: 25 May 2010 at 9:13am | IP Logged
Originally posted by Senny

Aww hugs and hugssssssss debbyHug.

I can't even tell you what a pleasure it is to read your writeups, do write more.  How i wish no one forgets that and deprive one of the most beautiful part of life.

God bless you, how can anyone not support such amazinggggggggg piece of writing debs!

Keep rocking!

You're a sweetheart - a certified one. Big smile Hug
Miss talking to you though... those times we would discuss the show for hours used to be so much fun...seems like another age now...

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debby IF-Dazzler

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Posted: 25 May 2010 at 9:20am | IP Logged
Originally posted by aish_punk

hey debby..i just read both of ur stories..they're fab!..
maya loved rishi, how much ever she didn't want to admit it, it was true. i liked the character of sayanthi :)...she kept reminding her that its love..
when rishi began to ignore her..she was totally angry..n felt gloomy too. she even got jealous when someone else talked to him..but why did he behave that way?..
n rain!..omg i love it..esp in summer, all i do is long for too!..n sometimes it rains here, but the heat is more!..so maya vowed to tell rishi abt her feelings if it rains..lol, rain totally makes people more romantic!..
he called her out for a treat..n she was gonna confess..but he said he would be leaivng..aww, what a heartbreak!..shed been hoping they'd be together..
The Red bag and the new glass case
this one was a sweet and simple story! :)..everyone looks fwd to summer vacations, for sure!..
n like her, even i like doing my projects as soon as holidays start..i don't find them fun or anything...but like finishing of things!..
n wow she's getting a new library?..that must be fun..books are amazing, n having a library full of them is just awesome!
are u gonna be continuing any of these?

Heyy  Aish! :)

Thanks a ton for reading both the stories... am so glad you enjoyed them!
Yep, Maya sure loved him but she could never tell him... if it hadnt been for Sayanti, she may not even have accepted her love. Glad you liked Sayanti. ;)
Well for Rishi it was probably a mood swing... love makes us interpret and misinterpret in so many different ways... =)
Oh me too, I adore rain! Can never tire of it no matter how much people complain of traffic and this and that...

@The Red Bag
Aww.... thanks so much for that delightful comment!
Couldnt agree more about looking forward to summer vacations, esp with May going on!
haha yes, finishing them off must be a relief, you can then look forward to fun... I believe in that too. ;)

Well no, I wont be continuing any of them... just wrote them as abstract pieces... will be posting another though soon. Would look forward to hearing from you on that as well!

Thanks once again! Big smile

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debby IF-Dazzler

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Posted: 25 May 2010 at 9:25am | IP Logged
Originally posted by naina0123

Hi Debby!!
long time..where have you been?hows job goin?miss you ya..
just read the first one..twas so realistic and beautiful..could actually imagine the scene,the office atmosphere,etc
waiting for the more..pls add me to your PM list k?
oh by the way the name "The Cubicle Near hers" is fab!Thumbs Up

Hey Naina! :)

Yeah long time... Im doing gud.. job's getting along as well...how are you doing??
Miss you too!

Glad you liked the Cubicle... haha, the name is another story... ;)
Will surely PM you next time.
Thanks dearie!

debby IF-Dazzler

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Posted: 25 May 2010 at 9:28am | IP Logged
Originally posted by naina0123

ok..just read "The red bag and the new glass case"
very sweet and cute..the innocence,simplicity,her delight on the new library..evrything was sucha pleasure to read Debby!reminded me of my school days..i especially loved the Famous five and Secret seven part!i would get so annoyed when they got mixed up LOL
 twas lovely to see this side of you..
p.s- sorry for the late comments!

Hey.. so glad you got reminded of your school days... must be pleasant, beautiful memories.. the precise reason I wrote this down... thanks a big bunch! Yeah, me too! I would be so careful about not mixing them up..

Oh, better late than never. l) Thanks so much Naina! Will surely PM you.

debby IF-Dazzler

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Posted: 26 May 2010 at 9:07am | IP Logged


Raima stared out of the window at an overcast grey sky, the sun concealed in some dark abyss of a gulf shaped cloud. Still in her nightclothes, she fidgeted with the little plastic bottle in her hands. "Sleeping Pills" it said - just that, dull and layman.

She had tried around ten of them the night before and other than the fact that she had overslept, she felt perfectly normal. Alive. She frowned and threw the bottle out of the window. It crashed with the uneven ground three floors below and trooped off into a road hole.

A car honked loudly outside, its bare blue metal body glistening with the first drops of rain. Raima turned around once to see her mother still screaming into the telephone. As the car honked again, she quickly walked out. Waiting for the conversation - euphemism of the year - to cease would be futile. Her Mom and ex-Dad had no better use of a Sunday morning than lashing out at each other from behind the security and faceless-ness of a telephone.

"I am here, I am here!" she announced, taking a seat beside him in the car.

"You sure you want to do this?" He looked at her apprehensively, more hesitant than he was letting on. He had always had a crush on her, but had never expected such a wild adrenaline streak. But considering this was the first time she was allowing him to take her out, he wasn't noble enough to refuse.

In story book language, they were going Valley Jumping.  They would race their car to the end of a treacherous Shimla slope and emerge on the valley in the opposite hill, bruise less and not lifeless.

"Of course Mihir. Why else had I been so eagerly waiting for rain?" She chided him, putting on a you-such-a-child expression. He smiled and started the car even as she averted her eyes.

He was a nice guy Mihir was, or was he? Perhaps the only reason he went along with what she said was similar to the one her parents had to marry - The urgency to consummate a year of passionate courting in college. If only Mom hadn't been prick enough to advocate a no-sex-before-marriage motto, she might have been spared all the melodrama that was her life.

"Where are you lost?" Mihir prodded as she played with a stray raindrop that had come in from a tiny crack in the windshield. "Scared?"

"Oh nowhere," she said, springing into action, "are we there yet?"

"All yours." he winked, braking and following it up with a little back swerve, "and here we go!"

Raima's eyes didn't snap shut as she felt the wheels leave the precipice of the slope. A mass of intensely chilled air peeped in at her through that crack in the windshield and a split second later, she felt the thud of landing on a grassy slope. She smiled as Mihir impulsively hugged her, in a way glad that he was safe. Really, death was getting allergic to her. Pity that.


Weekends were her bane, though Raima as she nibbled a chocolate cookie and looked up from the novel she was reading. They were the days when the house refused to be silent. The phone would ring all day and if it wasn't her ex-Dad, it would be a host of frilly haired, self obsessed women who called themselves her Mom's friends. They would chatter and they would clutter and pass comments on her antisocial nature.

"Really Rupa," a particularly vile one had remarked one such evening. "Does your daughter ever meet people? Ever date? What if she is, you know, not interested in men?" A symbolic hush fell over the intellectual troupe as Raima walked in.

"Oh we were just discussing romance Raima," giggled the vile one, attempting to cancel the hush. "Some of my dates from college still pester me. My son gets wide eyed each time they call me darling!"

"No wonder Aunty, he has a hard time choosing whom to call Daddy."

No one stopped her as she elegantly walked out. She had spent that evening walking by herself on Mall Road - the part of Shimla she loved best. It reminded her of old English lanes, brought alive from the Enid Blyton books she had read as a child... from a time Dad would accompany her on Result-Day in school.

A plastic bag on the bed brought her back to the present. It was a crude silver polybag left behind by probably the maid.

"Wear the polybag snugly around your head and tie it in place with a rubber band." she read out from the manual, "and then go to sleep."

What an easy death! Seemed like butter, she thought. Now who used to say that? Yes, her Mom on her driving lessons taken by her ex-Dad. She had said it the loudest once right before comically colliding into a gate.

The stopwatch had ticked away a minute already. A bit stuffy, yes, but she didn't feel the least drowsy. Well, perhaps it was time for last wishes.

She didn't really want to die. Like die, die. She just wanted a new beginning as someone else. And given how defensive God was about his creations, she couldn't hope for rectifications.

A minute more...were her eyes closing or was she doing that on purpose? The manual said some rubbish about increasing carbon dioxide. She hoped it was right; she probably looked goofy sitting like that with a shower cap of a polybag wrapped around her head.

Slumber caught over as she let her eyes droop. A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

Raima quickly got off her suicide ensemble. She would have to do it later and try something quicker. No matter what, she didn't want to be discovered right after the act. What if they somehow saved her?

Hand combing her hair, she opened the door and scowled at Rupa.


"I am a very bad mother am I not Raima?" Rupa asked nonchalantly as she served herself some rice.

Raima raised an eyebrow. "What's with this new blackmail route Ma? Let's have dinner in peace." As it is, I am fed up of this Mom-Daughter compulsory Sunday dinner.

"I am, I know." Rupa went on as if she hadn't heard her response. "I can see it in your face."

"I have a fairly nice looking face Ma. I don't think reflections of your marriage failures shine on in my nonexistent blackheads."

Rupa bit her lip. "Why are you being so harsh? I spent all afternoon cooking your favourite food..."

Raima slammed her spoon on the plate. "Oh I am deeply indebted. Didn't your frilled chicken group turn up this afternoon?"

"I only spend time with them as it gets horribly lonely at home..."

"So who asked you to quit your job? Why do you have to scrounge your ex-husband's neck about alimony every bloody morning?"

"I do that for you Raima. For your education, for your marriage..."

"And your string of pearls and emerald and jade of course come at no cost." Raima looked her in the eye. "I wonder why you had to give birth to me if this hellhole of a life is what I have to lead. Or did he say no to an abortion?"

As she cried into her pillow that night, Raima vowed it would be the last night she would live to see.


Should she wear her pair old ragged jeans? Or wouldn't they bother to wash blood stained clothes?

It was early the next morning and Raima had decided to jump off the terrace of the building opposite their house. It was a newly built mall with fancy glass layers...It wouldn't do much good to its reputation to reek of a suicide so early in its career but oh well, she couldn't be bothered.

Maybe she should write Ma a sorry letter. She repented all she had said over dinner the previous night. Ma had only been trying to build bridges and she had strewn all the bricks into the canal. Oh my, she could be poetic even in her last hours. Would that set a brighter tune to the melody she would hear when Jesus came to call?

She hoped she would be forgiven on Judgment day. I didn't really have an option, she would tell God. He would understand.

Raima climbed down the stairs to her mother's bedroom. There, suspended from the rather cobwebby silver fan, was Rupa.


Edited by debby - 26 May 2010 at 9:45am

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Anhdara13 IF-Rockerz

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Posted: 26 May 2010 at 9:18am | IP Logged
that is heartbreaking Debs. seriously heartbreaking.

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debby IF-Dazzler

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Posted: 26 May 2010 at 9:28am | IP Logged
Hey Radz!
That was quick... thank you 8)

whatsername Goldie

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Posted: 26 May 2010 at 9:44am | IP Logged
oh mannn that was deep
i love the way you've written this Debby..
but arrrr.. my heart sank when i read the last line...
This story is gonna be in my head for a long time

Well done, this is a wonderfullly written piece for a tragic story.

You should serioulsy consider writing a book debby dear. honestly, Im not exagerrating. Your writing can parrelle any professional.

Always looking forward to reading more from you.

You, I'm sure are a beatiful person for such beautiful words to come out of your heart.

I can acutally go on and on .. but I think you've reached a point where If I was able to put how good your work was into words they would just not be enough.

I wish I knew you in real life. You are officially my best author in IF or no IF.. and if you ever write a book, no matter how many years down the line, please let me know.

Thank you for sharing this with us. You are a gem.

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