Posted in Short stories

One Day, you will have to come

[22:53 on a Monday evening and the above quote popped into my head and stimulated a strange story]

Dialog 1.

“Well Thanks for looking after me while I was in India Nitin.  You know when you come here with family, we will show you guys a great time”

“Sure, we will come, once your recession is over in the UK.  You know my work is very vital here, I just can’t pull away.  I just about got 3 days leave to see you when you came over to India”

“Don’t worry about no recession and don’t work too hard. You know, one day, you will have to come, I tell you that”.

Dialog 2.

“Afternoon Naveen, how are things in Delhi?  I spoke to your elder brother Nitin yesterday, we were discussing plans about him visiting us in the UK”

“Nitin will never come Vikram. Firstly he works around the clock and all the money he earns not only runs his household, but he also assists a failure like me.  He pays for my kids education, makes sure we have clothes and bills are paid on time.  He will never come while he has useless family members like me hanging around”.

“Don’t be hard on yourself Naveen, all will be OK, you just keep trying to find work and get yourself back on your feet ok”.

Dialog 3.

“Nitin darling, see who is ringing at this hour, so late baba….What’s that noise, Nitin, Nitin, what’s wrong, you are crying”.

“Bad news from the UK, Vikram passed away!”

Dialog 4.

[Door bell rings, Nitin’s house]

“Yes, can I help you”.

“Sorry to bother you Sir following the sad news yesterday.  I am, was, a good friend of Vikram’s. This envelope is for you, from Vikram…Thank You….Bye Sir”

[Opens the envelope to find a letter and two tickets]

“My dear brother Nitin, by the time you get this, I will have been no more.  You know I told you to come over and see me, you should have listened.  I said. One day, you will have to come.  So here’s that day.  These tickets will get you to the UK in two days time and there will be someone there to collect you both.  Come see me off dear brother, come see me off”.


This evening I recalled a conversation with a very dear friend, strange these thoughts, turned into a story.

Posted in Poetry

A Prayer for the Dead

When I am dead,

Cry for me a little,

Think of me sometimes,

But not too much.

Think of me now and again,

As I was in life,

At some moments it’s pleasant to recall,

But not for long.

Leave me in peace,

And I shall leave you in peace,

And while you live,

Let your thoughts be with the living.

Not sure who to credit this to, it’s by ANON (unknown person).  Came across it in a poetry book I picked up from my local library a few days back. 

It’s the last line for me, that we have to move on and hold onto what’s living, as opposed to always delving into the past, searching for someone who is never going to come back.

Posted in Life

Loosing Lovers: A Jigsaw of Words

There is nothing worse than loosing love, there is nothing worse than loosing your lover. Continue reading “Loosing Lovers: A Jigsaw of Words”

Posted in Life

Make your Valentine’s Day another day?

Ah, love is in the air as we approach Valentine’s Day and all those couples (in love) will be making plans for a romantic night out…..or will they?

Continue reading “Make your Valentine’s Day another day?”

Posted in Life

Looking At Love!

A couple of years ago my wife and I were flicking through some home decorating magazines when we came across a lovely piece of art work.  It was expensive so at the time we thought we would keep the name of the company and then make a purchase later down the line.  Sod’s law, we misplaced the cut-out when we moved, especially as we had reserved space on the wall for it. Continue reading “Looking At Love!”