Olive Chaudhuri

// “Anything else Sir?” The waiter asked “Sir??” He stood there for a while confused, looking at my unresponsive lips. Cluster of thoughts were circling inside my mind. The half sipped coffee in front of me was losing its charm and warmth. “No. I.. I’m good” I shoeed him away, I couldn’t believe on my eyes. She was sitting right in front of me. Hardly, fifty meters away from my table. I still remember the day how it all started? When she came into my notice. She was thrashing a guy. Yes, she was actually throwing punches and hurling abuses on a guy who happened to be a senior of ours. It was quite a show and because she wasn’t friends with anyone. So, nobody intervened and neither did I. Finally a female professor settled it and ended the commotion. Our whole batch, including me was amazed when we saw that. She was well known for not talking to anyone, not even in at lunches. Pretty much reserved in her earphones and books most of the time. I tried to get in touch with her on social me...

~FORTY~ Harsh sunlight streamed into the room and hit her eyes leading to deep creases on her forehead out of irritation. When was the last time someone had had the audacity to pull open the curtains to her room while she'd still been asleep? "URGH!" Meera groaned in bed, folding half of her pillow to shield her eyes. "Get up Meera." It was a stern voice, clearly identifiable even through her messy head. "Ma?" She squinted her eyes to adjust with the lighting, as she stared at her Mother's figure sitting along the edge of her bed. "Who else? Now get up. Quick." Meera staggered up on her butt, instantly feeling a headache shoot up. Her hand landed on her forehead immediately. "Have you brought any good Indian wear with you?" Ofcourse  her Mother didn't seem to notice how bad her headache was! Had she ever even cared? "Um...I don't know. I have some basic stuff. Why?" "Show me what you ha...

~THIRTY NINE~ Early the next morning, Kanan rubbed at his sleep-deprived eyes and sighed in relief realizing it was finally time for him to rush home and catch up on some sleep he was in desperate need of. Ignoring the half-open case files he'd tried to read through, he walked out of his cabin in quick strides and was halfway through pulling out his white coat when Meera's Dadi's thought crossed his mind. Dr. Kothari hadn't shared details with him due to obvious doctor-patient confidentiality reasons, but a part of him that truly cared for the Modi family made him want to have a quick, unofficial look at her condition before making a move for home. To avoid the usual bout of questions, he pulled the coat back up and headed towards the patient's rooms and gently walked in. Years of training kicked in, and without notice of anything else in the room, he began a quick scan of the nurse's reports and the intravenous dosage. Dadi was okay, for now. She was as f...