Metro Diaries: Imperfectly Perfect (His)




Abhay used to wait at Lower Parel station everyday for his 7:40 train which would take him back home by 10:15. In time, as per his mother.  Since childhood he was used to a particular definition of perfection.  Clothes, habits, and timeliness- everything had to be perfect as per her. He had gotten used to it so much that he did not remember last when he had done something which was imperfect.


The need for perfection was so deeply imbibed in him that he kept looking for it even in his life partner. No wonder he was nearing 40 and was yet to find one! It had started with his mother finding some or the other fault with every girl he liked and had now ended with him finding fault with every girl she liked for him. 


P.S: This book has been removed for it has been selected to be a part of a book.

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  1. read the 'his'part of the story and superliked it and now waiting for 'her'..............................

    When a poet’s poem is appreciated he feels proud. He does not feel bad that the compliments were for his poem and not for him for he knows the poem is very much a part of him and complimenting his poem is actually complimenting him. For me, I am a poet and she, my poetry. Her appreciation can never make me insecure.
    Privy, these lines are so beautiful.

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    1. Kalpana those were the lines actually for which I wrote the whole story :)

      Thank you so much the her part will be up soon!

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  2. Oh how he itches to prod the husband with his questions, and what a fitting reply he gets..

    some people confuse attraction which develops into possessiveness for love :\

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    1. Ha ha ha :)

      Ya.. actually I was almost visualizing this and it made me burst into giggles imagining what must have been the √ępic" look on Abhay's face!

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  3. Wow! Waiting to read "hers" version..
    I am a poet and she, my poetry.


    GBU
    Arti

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  4. This has an interesting beginning. I am intrigued and like the promise of her viewpoint. Brilliant so far...looking forward to seeing where this goes. ♥

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    1. Wow that is truly sweet to read Kathy <3

      I am keeping my fingers crossed that I don't disappoint you!

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  5. Wow...this is interesting...waiting for the 'her' part!

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  6. Looking forward to the second part of this story. I guess, Abhay is quite clear in his thooughts, but seldom do we find such people. Hai na?

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    1. Oh yes Kajal we seldom find such people. My main intention of writing this story is how our definitions of love and relationships has made us see only the beautiful exteriors, none of us wants to see the inner beauty and celebrate it!

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  7. Waiting for next part .Good start.

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  8. cant wait to the read 'her's'...in anticipation :)

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  9. That's so beautiful :)

    Much love!

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  10. Gripping. I like it! :D

    Needless to say, beautiful lines towards the end. :)

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  11. That was beautiful! Waiting for the next :)

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  12. Poet and poem are inseparable.Poet is parent and poem is progeny. Lovely imagery,me.

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    1. True Rudraprayaga I completely agree with you... thanks so much dear!! :)

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