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Dreamy Heights
Posted by Ramya Shankar
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Friday, January 02, 2009
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Fiction
She had been literally haunting every real estate agent on the directory listings, tormenting every human who lived there, pestered every lady who gossiped about it. But it was sheer luck when Ahana picked up the call during one of her meetings at office. It was the Real Estate agent telling her the news that she had been desperate to hear.
"Yes madam, they are backing out. We can proceed."
Quickly excusing herself out of the conference room, Ahana called her husband to give him the news. He let out a squeal of delight which sounded pretty much as if he'd just delivered a baby in his cabin.
"Yes yes sweets, I'll work on the loans right away. It would be a costly affair, but with both our salaries, I think we can work it out. Just bring a copy of the documents and meet me at the bank at four."
It was the day of yes's. Everything seemed to be working out like a miracle. And soon it was time to go and look at the place which was now costing them a fortune and was the solitary provider of excitement in their dull lives.
Holding hands, they entered the unfurnished apartment on the 5th floor. The place smelled of wet plaster and was in an unimaginable mess of wood shavings, dried remains of paint, sand and cakes of plaster. They walked across the living room to the french windows that opened out into a balcony. The view was worth every penny. People could just not see the beauty in what they could see. In one dramatic sweep, together they opened the french windows and almost tipped it off its hinge and caught it in the nick of time, before it could land its way down five floors.
"Oops, now that needs some screws." said Ahana holding the tipsy window and leaning it against the wall to prevent further damage.
"This is it!" screamed Anuj with his arms spread wide by his sides like a hero straight out of a Bollywood movie, while Ahana stared at him with a raised eyebrow expression.
None of this was done on cue. This was a dream, that belonged to both of them individually. A dream that was mutual to both. A dream, that had blossomed their love and led to marriage. A dream that struggled initially, matured and now was close to being real.
"This is absolutely insane! I never really thought this was ever possible. It even seems slightly ridiculous for the price we're paying for it." exclaimed Anuj
"I know! But just look at it. The number of memories this view brings along with it, is more than enough to keep us going. What do you say ?" asked Ahana gently holding Anuj's hands.
"I say, I want to go to school and fall in love with you all over again Mrs. Roll number seven."
And for a good two hours from then, they both stood rooted at the same spot staring at the institution that gave them all their dreams. A dream that was now real in mud, paint, concrete and well. . some dirt!
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"Yes madam, they are backing out. We can proceed."
Quickly excusing herself out of the conference room, Ahana called her husband to give him the news. He let out a squeal of delight which sounded pretty much as if he'd just delivered a baby in his cabin.
"Yes yes sweets, I'll work on the loans right away. It would be a costly affair, but with both our salaries, I think we can work it out. Just bring a copy of the documents and meet me at the bank at four."
It was the day of yes's. Everything seemed to be working out like a miracle. And soon it was time to go and look at the place which was now costing them a fortune and was the solitary provider of excitement in their dull lives.
Holding hands, they entered the unfurnished apartment on the 5th floor. The place smelled of wet plaster and was in an unimaginable mess of wood shavings, dried remains of paint, sand and cakes of plaster. They walked across the living room to the french windows that opened out into a balcony. The view was worth every penny. People could just not see the beauty in what they could see. In one dramatic sweep, together they opened the french windows and almost tipped it off its hinge and caught it in the nick of time, before it could land its way down five floors.
"Oops, now that needs some screws." said Ahana holding the tipsy window and leaning it against the wall to prevent further damage.
"This is it!" screamed Anuj with his arms spread wide by his sides like a hero straight out of a Bollywood movie, while Ahana stared at him with a raised eyebrow expression.
None of this was done on cue. This was a dream, that belonged to both of them individually. A dream that was mutual to both. A dream, that had blossomed their love and led to marriage. A dream that struggled initially, matured and now was close to being real.
"This is absolutely insane! I never really thought this was ever possible. It even seems slightly ridiculous for the price we're paying for it." exclaimed Anuj
"I know! But just look at it. The number of memories this view brings along with it, is more than enough to keep us going. What do you say ?" asked Ahana gently holding Anuj's hands.
"I say, I want to go to school and fall in love with you all over again Mrs. Roll number seven."
And for a good two hours from then, they both stood rooted at the same spot staring at the institution that gave them all their dreams. A dream that was now real in mud, paint, concrete and well. . some dirt!
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