Short Story: Notebook

Being stuck with his car for the last three hours was not fun. And he wasn’t expecting the next three to be fun either. He had a pack of cigarettes, a book, a car with 3 flat tyres, a car stereo and one audio cd with 9 tracks, no radio network, hundreds of trees, lots of grass, a fabulous view of the ocean and a beautiful girl to give him company. The audio cd had 9 tracks. 9 fabulous tracks. Carefully handpicked for a potential romantic or unromantic drive of about an hour. The sequence was something that he had mentally planned. Starting from “ye shaam mastaani” to “woh shaam kuch ajeeb thi”.. And somehow, this particularly romantic setting was just not working out in his favor. Because he wanted to talk. Thats the only thing that was magical between them. Their conversation… Can you beat that? The only thing magical between them was their conversation. Stored in three spiral bound matrix notebooks. One month and three notebooks… He was cursing himself in the highest pitch. She was troubled, sorry, but oblivious to his curses.

If only she could hear. If only she could talk. If only he had brought a pen and a paper….