The red and blue neon sign read SPACES. Not that it had much space around it. A shop bang in the middle of the city... on one of the busiest streets.
The boy and the girl walked past the sign. She pointed it out and smiled at him. They had been talking about it. Spaces. And how important it was to them... Their own private, personal space, where they wouldn’t let anyone else in... Not even each other.
They shared a cigarette and walked into the bakery, for dessert. It had been a lovely summer evening so far... A visit to a couple of art galleries... Dinner and drinks at their favourite place and now they had walked into the famous old bakery for dessert.
The evening was drawing to a close though. They walked out, walked towards the station, perhaps a little silent than usual. Their destinations were in opposite directions. So, they would take different trains. The girl walked over to the other platform. The boy stood and watched the space growing between them. The train hurled in, like a giant metallic earthworm. She got in. It picked up speed, and then vanished into the dark tunnel.
The boy’s phone beeped. A text. He looked at it, smiled and nodded. It read “May be its over rated after all... Spaces”.
6 comments:
a film out of this, yes can be made
Yes, a short film... like 3 mins... :) otherwise the essence of the story will be lost!
@ Rana: and why have you stopped posting??? Giddy up mate!
Sounds like a part of your life is etched in those words, in that story, and the girl..
a movie - not so sure.. I'm thinking that this is definitely graphic novel kinda material..very bengali.. :)
@ anonymous: Hmmmm... graphic novel... may be not... perhaps a graphic short story...
And you seem to know bengalis pretty well... I'm thinking... who could this be?
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