Part 2

So Aaron was heartbroken but soon realized the artsy guy wasn't Arlettes boyfriend but just a guy she wanted Aaron to meet so he can display his artwork. 'Phew..i guess i still stand a chance!', he thought as he took a sip of his beer.

Anyway life went on for Arlette and Aaron. She bought him gifts once in a while and he bought her roses to compensate!
Finally 3 months later Arlette decided she couldn't wait any longer and asked Aaron out.
They made an extremely cute couple. Little odd but cute...
Aaron started an art gallery and people loved his work- His paintings sold like hot cakes(yummy chocolate ones)!! Arlettes tattoo parlor was doing equally well and her body was now almost covered with tattoos! Aaron surprisingly managed to get a few more tattoos and his voice seemed to get screechier as he got older!!(trust me Janice and the nanny sounded better compared to him)


3 years passed and Aaron was still very much in love with Arlette who was now planning on moving to Australia... They didn't meet very often before she left, in fact they hardly even got to talk to each other.
On her last day in India, Arlette messaged Aaron while she was at the airport to tell him she was leaving...
He rushed to the airport to meet her but it was too late...
His world seemed to turn over on its head as he stood outside all alone holding a painting he had made for her- a painting of her and him...

pins n needles

Characters:Aaron-the main guy..no wait..gal..no guy..well i can't really decide.
Arlette-the 'pretty hot- timid looking -taking charge- tattoo artist'
N me-the passerby co-incidentally ending up everywhere Aaron goes. And I'm also apparently psychic cuz i can read his mind!

Aaron walked in one Sunday afternoon thinking about how cool people would think he was after he got his 'trippy' tattoo..."ooh i love guys with tattoos..do you wanna get a drink?", he imagined girls telling him. He was expecting a big, well built tattoo artist but found a timid looking girl sitting there instead.
Her half-tattoo covered body made him feel like an idiot and he was just looked forward to getting this over with.
"Well come on in", she said. "my name's Arlette and I'm gonna be tattooing you today".
He handed her the design he had made himself and sat down. He didn't really say much...
"Wow, that's really nice..do you want to check out the similar ones i have?" she asked.
"Thank you...it's just something i sketched when i was tripping(one would think he was just telling her that to make her know he was cool too and that her her half-tattoo covered body didn't intimidate him)...and i would love to see what you've got"
They spent the next half hour talking bout her tattoos and how he wasn't scared at all about getting this tattoo-his very first one.
"So can we get started now?", she asked enthusiastically while he tried hard to seem calm.
In an hour she was done with half of it and with each passing minute Aarons screeching got louder and higher pitched. Most people would think a girl was getting molested in there for sure!
(He was just glad he could keep himself from fainting!)
When he was just beginning to think it was over, she told him he had to come back another day for the colouring.
"F*** my stars", he thought. "Now the pretty hot tattoo-artist thinks i'm a pussy and i'll have to go through another embarrassing session!"
She continued acting like nothing had happened and he didn't quiet understand if she was being really kind or if she was totally deaf!!
Anyway he went back a few days later -wondering if he could tape his mouth to keep himself from screaming- and finally finished getting his tattoo which i must say looked quite impressive(not quite impressive enough to make me ask him out for drinks though!).
Like any other cliché love story days passed by and he kept thinking about going back and asking her out for coffee but she called him up instead and asked him to go have drinks with her.
Makes you realize who's going to wear the pants in this relationship if it works out huh?
So she decided the place and day- which was quite expected- and aaron arrived early and was contemplating buying her flowers but thankfully didn't and saved himself from being perceived as gay!
Arlette walked in a half hour late with a guy who seemed rather artsy leaving aaron heartbroken...

Well i'm going to leave you'll with this for now as i plan the ultimate ending...
so for now -to be continued..

Let Go..

"I don't wanna miss a thing",
"A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way.
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way."
"It's not always rainbows and butterflies, it's compromise that moves us along.."

Still waiting...still listening to all the songs that meant something to us..still hoping you'll call me up sometimes...still wondering if you remember the small details that i do..and still wishing you'll call me up one day and tell me that you want me back..
I never want to see you unhappy..i thought you'd want the same for me..
I thought all the fighting and yelling would get me somewhere..
I wanted to show you how happy i was without you but i can't seem to wake up in the morning without you on my mind...
People tell me i don't try hard enough to make my relationships work..maybe i don't want to..maybe i just know where i want to end up..
I'm sure you're doing just fine..
All i wanted was for you to feel the way i did..
Maybe you didn't want to..
Maybe its time i let go...

black velvet trees

I set out to climb the hill and reach the castle.. Through the forest that was magical in the daylight.

As i climbed higher, it got darker.. I thought about a lot of things to keep my mind off the scary trees that bent down and blocked the light..
I could hear bats screeching, i could hear wolfs howling...
I quickened my pace and started to run..

Suddenly, i tripped on a stone and went tumbling down.. down through the forest that screeched and howled..

My head was throbbing with pain and my legs were bruised..bleeding. I tried getting myself up but in vain.
The massive trees cut off the moonlight, so it took me a while to get used to my surroundings.
I moved my hands about the ground, it felt wet...I tried crawling myself to safety.
"HELP", i screamed, hoping someone would hear me.
I could hear nothing...

The silence sent shivers down my spine.

When my throat was sore from all the screaming, i heard footsteps...

They grew louder...

A ray of hope was just emerging when I looked up to spot a man with an axe!

Right then, I wondered if the black velvet trees were safer...

what she had to say...

Why?? why was I born a dalit, the bottom of the caste chain?

Why was I not supposed to sing, dance and not even allowed to study?

I stared at myself in the mirror endlessly everyday, wondering if I was pretty, if anyone out there thought I was pretty.

Am I worth anything at all?

Amma and Ammamma want me to grow up and be like them. They want me to learn how to cook and be a homely wife when I get married.

Is my life just meant to be wasted?

I want to learn to dance like the daughters of the sarpanch.

I want people to look at me the way they look at them..

This lady from the city came home one day and spoke to amma about how she had seen me dance outside my house a few days back. Amazed by my “sense of rhythm”, she exclaimed to amma how she would love to teach me kathak. She was the ray of hope that brightened my life. For once in my life I felt noticed. A wave of emotions swept over me. Happiness, gratitude and grief for the life I’ve lived so far, came out in the form of tears that seemed to break the dams of caste system.

I started dreaming of a life outside the village, a life of dance. At first I was shocked that she picked me. I wondered if I was better than the rest of the girls in the village or if it was just pity…

As days passed by and dance started becoming an integral part of my life, I started to believe that I might have deserved this

I was touched on many levels by this woman who seemed to be my guardian angel.

She didn’t care if I was an untouchable or that we spoke different languages, not understanding each other. All that mattered to her was that I wanted to take in and incorporate all the knowledge she gave me.

On one of those days when I was reminded that I was “just another dalit girl” she told me something that I would remember forever…

“I hope you have a life that you’re proud of, if you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”

*notes*

how did i get here?? how did i get from hating writing to starting my personal blog?? that's something that doesn't seem to stop surprising me..so this blog is dedicated to all my little notes that never got out of my books.