Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Chapter 3
Sicily was sitting, staring at the diamond ring presented to her by Emil on her 21st birthday.
The sun was bright, and the sky was beautifully bare with no clouds. Waiting was she in he morning at the Mythri Restaurant’s seashore resort for her best friend, Emil.
“This time I’ll give you something that you’ll never expect”, told Emil, when he ringed her the previous night.
“What’d that be, what he thinks I’ll never expect.hmm...” mused Sicily looking towards the silent sea.
“Maybe ,he’ll ask me to be the heroin of his first movie?” but then she thought “No no that’s not so unexpected!!”
“Then ..maybe he’d have got a producer for his first film, hey no..Then………WHAT…!!!”
A small smile lighted up her face fading in the dimples on her cheeks, her beautiful blue eyes sparkled,
“Maybe, he’s gonna ask me…….. ask me to marry him?!”
On hearing Emil’s voice, swiftly she turned back.
“Happy birthday to you Sis…”
”Thank you”
“It seems you are so happy today?”
“Yeah..well where is the Gift ??”
“Don’t be so fast darling, let’s have the birthday feast first!”
Slapped his hands together , Emil and came the bearers of the restaurant dressed up well with the special dishes for that special evening!
“Thank you gentlemen” said Emil after they have done their role.
Surprised was Sicily on seeing this and asked ,
“So this was the Gift.”, with a smile.
“No n no you gorgeous angel.” told him touching the dimples on her cheeks.
“This is the feast but before having it let’s have a glass of a very special fruit juice right?” placed he two glassful of apple juice with two pink tubes beautified with the cupid’s miniature doll.
“So, took leave from the office, for me.?” asked her enjoying the drink.
“Why, comeon..its for you…” he paused and looked at the silent sea beside them sparkling , gorgeously like an ocan of diamonds.
“D’you remember our first meeting?? When? How?? Hmm??” asked him closing his eyes to hear her speak.
“Yeas of course I do remember, when you came with your mother for the annual day celebrations in our school right?”
“Come on, you don’t remember that you were only four years of age!” exclaimed Emil.
“Why? Four year old girl has got no memory? You know, I was always first for the memory test competition every year!” said she.
The chatter went on and the juice slowly started leaping to the bottom of the glass.
When he drink was finished she saw something sparkling at the bottom, recognizing what it is, she raised her sparkling blue eyes towards Emil.
Emil stifling his anxiety stared into her eyes.
It was a ring, a beautiful diamond wedding ring!
She puled “What’s this?”
Emil’s face grew red.
Sicily continued “You could’ve given it dry!1”
A line of smile tickled her.
Emil’s eyes bloomed; a soft breeze of love filled the air.
The door of the operation theatre still remained close.
A drop of tear wetted her sparkling diamond.
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Chapter 2
The sky showed signs of the monsoon and periodic growling of thunder strokes.
A black Mercedes Benz stopped by the entrance of the hospital. A beautiful girl of 21, dressed in emerald green salwaar with a fear stricken pale face and tearful eyes entered the hospital followed by a man of 40.
Asked she, in a trembling voice to the receptionist,
“Emil Verma, film director?”
Ran she, towards the operation theatre, on hearing the reply.
Raised everyone on seeing her coming, from their seats and stopped her from opening the theatre door.
“I want to see him please……” crying was she in her trembling voice “Emil, he’s going to be fine right?!” asked she to everyone holding her.
The sobbing of the rest of the females broke out into a loud weep.
The man, who came with her, reached there, panting at the front of the theatre.
“Please, Quite! This is a hospital?” admonished a nurse showing her face through the doors.
The weeping slowly faded and everyone made the girl to be seated by the side of the corridor.
“What actually happened Suraj, I just heard that it was an accident!” asked the man to Suraj.
“Jones, I too know only a few about the instant. We were all inside the cinema-theatre for the show.” replied him.
“Any idea?” asked Jones again.
“He was on his way for the matinee, but when he reached Marshal Junction his car’s gas went null. We have found it there. Then a few had seen him running towards the theatre to make it to the theatre before the show. But when he was about to cross the road in front of the theatre, a car from other side….” He stopped and looked at Sicily and continued in a feeble voice, “…..Someone called the ambulance and brought him here.”
“Did doctor say something?” asked Jones in a whispering sound.
“His body was really tired, it was really weak, but they said they are trying. Let’s pray, that’s what we can do out here.” sighed Suraj.
“Oh... On his way to see his first work. Oh GOD….”mused Jones “..we can’t afford to loose him!” and looked up in hope.
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A black Mercedes Benz stopped by the entrance of the hospital. A beautiful girl of 21, dressed in emerald green salwaar with a fear stricken pale face and tearful eyes entered the hospital followed by a man of 40.
Asked she, in a trembling voice to the receptionist,
“Emil Verma, film director?”
Ran she, towards the operation theatre, on hearing the reply.
Raised everyone on seeing her coming, from their seats and stopped her from opening the theatre door.
“I want to see him please……” crying was she in her trembling voice “Emil, he’s going to be fine right?!” asked she to everyone holding her.
The sobbing of the rest of the females broke out into a loud weep.
The man, who came with her, reached there, panting at the front of the theatre.
“Please, Quite! This is a hospital?” admonished a nurse showing her face through the doors.
The weeping slowly faded and everyone made the girl to be seated by the side of the corridor.
“What actually happened Suraj, I just heard that it was an accident!” asked the man to Suraj.
“Jones, I too know only a few about the instant. We were all inside the cinema-theatre for the show.” replied him.
“Any idea?” asked Jones again.
“He was on his way for the matinee, but when he reached Marshal Junction his car’s gas went null. We have found it there. Then a few had seen him running towards the theatre to make it to the theatre before the show. But when he was about to cross the road in front of the theatre, a car from other side….” He stopped and looked at Sicily and continued in a feeble voice, “…..Someone called the ambulance and brought him here.”
“Did doctor say something?” asked Jones in a whispering sound.
“His body was really tired, it was really weak, but they said they are trying. Let’s pray, that’s what we can do out here.” sighed Suraj.
“Oh... On his way to see his first work. Oh GOD….”mused Jones “..we can’t afford to loose him!” and looked up in hope.
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Chapter 1
Hustled, to the beautifully gardened courtyard of St Paul hospital, the roaring of the ambulance van. Opened the backdoor and stepped out a robust man in white. Rushed, he to the reception and ordered the girl to arrange the theatre.
Returned, he quickly to the van with a stretcher.
“Take him,” ordered he to his assistants “lay him on this stretcher!”
While the assistants where executing their orders, a herd of vehicles passed the gate and rushed to the courtyard.
All the sizzling stars of the silver screen springed from their cars, and paced towards the entrance of the St Paul hospital.
The robust man in white opened the glass door and entered the hospital with his ‘client’. Everything seemed to move in slow-motion from that point on.
The doctors with their steths and coats, dashing to the theatre, the nurses with trays of cotton and tools for the rive. The stars of screen, pacing. The fantasy of people, on seeing the clusters of stars.
The doctor hindered everyone from entering the theatre and went to his paradise of work.
Hours passed very slowly but the busiest people in town still sat in front of the theatre with turbulent minds and flooded eyes.
“Have you informed Sicily and Jones? “, asked the famous cinematographer, R K Sharma to the superstar, Suraj.
“Yes they are on their way.” came the reply in a feeble whisper.
Slowly opened, the door of the theatre. Raised, everyone from their seats.
Came out, a young nurse with a rotund face holding an empty tray.
“How is he?” asked Priya, the costliest actress of the country.
“Please, be patient. Pray well“replied she and moved towards the blood bank.
Ordered she for a pair of oxygen cylinders to the boy in white and purchased, herself a bag of blood labeled as A+VE and paced back to the theatre.
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Returned, he quickly to the van with a stretcher.
“Take him,” ordered he to his assistants “lay him on this stretcher!”
While the assistants where executing their orders, a herd of vehicles passed the gate and rushed to the courtyard.
All the sizzling stars of the silver screen springed from their cars, and paced towards the entrance of the St Paul hospital.
The robust man in white opened the glass door and entered the hospital with his ‘client’. Everything seemed to move in slow-motion from that point on.
The doctors with their steths and coats, dashing to the theatre, the nurses with trays of cotton and tools for the rive. The stars of screen, pacing. The fantasy of people, on seeing the clusters of stars.
The doctor hindered everyone from entering the theatre and went to his paradise of work.
Hours passed very slowly but the busiest people in town still sat in front of the theatre with turbulent minds and flooded eyes.
“Have you informed Sicily and Jones? “, asked the famous cinematographer, R K Sharma to the superstar, Suraj.
“Yes they are on their way.” came the reply in a feeble whisper.
Slowly opened, the door of the theatre. Raised, everyone from their seats.
Came out, a young nurse with a rotund face holding an empty tray.
“How is he?” asked Priya, the costliest actress of the country.
“Please, be patient. Pray well“replied she and moved towards the blood bank.
Ordered she for a pair of oxygen cylinders to the boy in white and purchased, herself a bag of blood labeled as A+VE and paced back to the theatre.
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