Prologue
"Dastaan......dastaan," she murmurs again as she unfolds herself from the couch and walks over to the study table where he is sitting, working on his computer. She leans over him, winds her hands around his neck and whispers the word in his ear.
"A story, a tale. No! More than that, it is many stories linked into one. No, it's more than that! Actually, all of that and something more. Something more profound, mysterious and encompassing. I don't know how to explain," she muttered. The wonder and exasperation giving her voice a smoky quality.
"Maybe, a saga," he offers, smiling.
She frowned. "Maybe."
And a dastaan it was, their life. A dastaan they lived. Their own Dastaan.
Chapter-1
They had met on a dark stormy night.
Now that she thought of that night it seemed something straight out of a movie; a chapter out of a typical romantic novel; a prose out of those poetry that the loveless poets wrote while imagining themselves in love or being loved.
For her part, she had never been the type to believe in all that fantasy that love seemed to entail. A level head over her shoulder and a purpose in her stride, she never had the time to think about fairy tales.
And then that night she ended up in the role of damsel in distress...
With a flat tyre, a dead cell phone, a lonely road and a looming storm she could have dealt with. Anyday, anytime. No problem at all. What she could not deal with was the thunder. Thunder was the only thing in the whole wide universe that rendered her mute, terrorized and shaking. And thunder was doing it now, driving her crazy with fear. With each peal of thunder she gathered herself closer, shaking and whimpering while the emergency blinkers of the car flashed on and off in incessant rain.
She had no idea how long she sat there huddled in her seat, rocking to and fro like a lost little girl seeking comfort in the motion, but is seemed like forever. Then he pulled up behind her car. It was too dark to see anything clearly. All she saw was a tall, lean form jump out of a Dodge into the curtain of rain and then her attention was diverted to the bolt of lightning that jagged the sky.
With the next clap of thunder, she threw caution out of the window and dashing out of the car she leapt into his arms; a wet, shivering and sobbing stranger.
"Dastaan......dastaan," she murmurs again as she unfolds herself from the couch and walks over to the study table where he is sitting, working on his computer. She leans over him, winds her hands around his neck and whispers the word in his ear.
"A story, a tale. No! More than that, it is many stories linked into one. No, it's more than that! Actually, all of that and something more. Something more profound, mysterious and encompassing. I don't know how to explain," she muttered. The wonder and exasperation giving her voice a smoky quality.
"Maybe, a saga," he offers, smiling.
She frowned. "Maybe."
And a dastaan it was, their life. A dastaan they lived. Their own Dastaan.
Chapter-1
They had met on a dark stormy night.
Now that she thought of that night it seemed something straight out of a movie; a chapter out of a typical romantic novel; a prose out of those poetry that the loveless poets wrote while imagining themselves in love or being loved.
For her part, she had never been the type to believe in all that fantasy that love seemed to entail. A level head over her shoulder and a purpose in her stride, she never had the time to think about fairy tales.
And then that night she ended up in the role of damsel in distress...
With a flat tyre, a dead cell phone, a lonely road and a looming storm she could have dealt with. Anyday, anytime. No problem at all. What she could not deal with was the thunder. Thunder was the only thing in the whole wide universe that rendered her mute, terrorized and shaking. And thunder was doing it now, driving her crazy with fear. With each peal of thunder she gathered herself closer, shaking and whimpering while the emergency blinkers of the car flashed on and off in incessant rain.
She had no idea how long she sat there huddled in her seat, rocking to and fro like a lost little girl seeking comfort in the motion, but is seemed like forever. Then he pulled up behind her car. It was too dark to see anything clearly. All she saw was a tall, lean form jump out of a Dodge into the curtain of rain and then her attention was diverted to the bolt of lightning that jagged the sky.
With the next clap of thunder, she threw caution out of the window and dashing out of the car she leapt into his arms; a wet, shivering and sobbing stranger.
2 comments:
waiting for more
Me too. The dark stormy night works well here. But more description on the surroundings please.
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