The Last Kiss

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 15; the fifteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Payal woke up to her husband’s gentle nudging. “Happy Anniversary, Payal”, he smiled down at her.

“Same to you, Girish”, she smiled sleepily.

“Come on, get up. I have an anniversary gift for you”, he pulled her to her feet.

He almost dragged her along the corridor to his lab at the other end of their house. “Girish, slow down”, she laughed breathlessly. They came to a stop at the door to his lab.

“Payal, I present to you”, he opened the door of the lab, “!The Machine!”.

Inside the lab, in the midst of all Girish’s strange appratuses stood a large obelisk. It was stragely shimmery and looked as if it was made of molten silver.

Payal caught her breath. “Oh its so beautiful. What is this?”.

“This, is our dream come true!”

“Have you done it? Really? Oh Girish I’m so proud of you!”

Payal’s husband was a scientist. Payal knew that he had been fascinated by the concept that many parallel universes exist at one point of time, and that he had been trying to achieve a way to travel through these universes.

“Payal I’ve done it! The Machine can travel through the universes!”

“Let’s go for ride!”

“Wait,. I’ve got another gift for you!”

She turned to him in happy anticipation. He dragged her close and planted a resounding kiss on her lips. “I Love you”, he murmured.

He then walked towards the machine holding her hand and drew a pattern on the wall of the obelisk. It parted and they walked in and the wall slid back smoothly. It was wide enough for both of them to stand in.

“Where to? miss?”, Girish asked. “You know Girish, I would like the future to be a surprise, so let’s go back in time, to some old Victorian city. I’d love to see the countryside. Before she knew it, they were moving.

In what seemed like two minutes, everything was back to normal. Girish drew some patterns and the wall started parting. Before they could open fully, Payal who was so eager to see the old world, stepped out pulling Girish along. As they started to walk out of the obelisk, Girish scraped his hand against the walls and at the next instant the walls had closed in on him.

Payal turned in horror and yelled out “Girish!”. But it was of no use. The obelisk gave one final shimmer and zoomed out to a small dot. Absolute terror froze Payal to the spot.

After sometime she looked around, taking in her surroundings. She was standing by a bench at some Victorian station. People crowded in from all directions. She did not know the country. She did not know the language. The only thing she knew was that it is the place she had last seen her Girish and it is the place where she would wait for his return.

Years have passed. The station is deserted. You will hardly find a soul there. But if you pass by it, you may see an ageless, dirty looking woman in torn clothes sitting beside the bench, looking forlorn, hoping that oneΒ dayΒ her Girish will come back to her.

She sits there, with a torn cloth tied over her lips, holding in the one thing that her Girish left her…the last kiss.

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Credits
Image – Alston Station by Wandering Soul
Courtesy – www.deviantart.com via www.blogaton.in
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18 responses to “The Last Kiss

  1. Amity October 3, 2010 at 4:06 am

    Oh this is one of the beautiful stories I have read…I like the sci-fi treatment of it! Though the ending was really sad!

    All the best for BAT 15…good morning Maddie…:)

    Have a beautiful Sunday, but please don’t try to have an obelisk and travel back in time…you will be lost in the blog world unwontedly…hey, just kidding, I am really overwhelmed with your story! πŸ™‚ Like it so much dear! πŸ™‚

  2. Manjunath Gopadi October 3, 2010 at 8:50 am

    Interesting aspect – “I would like the future to be a surprise, so let’s go back in time, to some old Victorian city”…Nice thought.
    One of my dreams is to live in pre-Independence India…
    All the best…

    • Maddie October 3, 2010 at 4:57 pm

      Yes! Isn’t it just fascinating? However, am currently living in a Victorian city so it’s wonderful. πŸ™‚

  3. Maddie October 3, 2010 at 4:48 pm

    Thanks Amity, glad you liked it.. will hop on to your blog soon πŸ™‚

  4. Reetam Majumder October 3, 2010 at 8:53 pm

    its not scary, but its kinda lonely… and sad. very beautiful, though. short and incisive…

    • Maddie October 5, 2010 at 2:12 pm

      Thanks Reetam πŸ™‚

  5. Md Muddassir shah October 4, 2010 at 10:01 am

    Zehr gut (German for ‘Very good’) as Ritam says its short and its crisp.

    Keep writing buddy πŸ™‚

    • Maddie October 5, 2010 at 2:13 pm

      Thanks Md muddassir! πŸ™‚

  6. Sidra Sayeed October 5, 2010 at 5:38 am

    If only men understood that all a woman really wants is a kiss, a kiss to remember. That aside, the lovelorn ending made me sad, I hope Girish can turn back time.

    • Maddie October 5, 2010 at 2:14 pm

      My sentiments exactly! Hmm… should I write a sequel to it? Let’s see.. πŸ™‚

  7. Brijender October 5, 2010 at 9:49 am

    Well written-one can almost feel the horror and yearning that must haunt Payal.
    But would have loved to know what happened to Girish-even if he was separated forever, what was his state like.

    • Maddie October 5, 2010 at 2:15 pm

      Thanks Brijender! πŸ™‚

  8. Someone Is Special October 5, 2010 at 1:59 pm

    This is a very good take on the picture.. nicely written..

    –Someone Is Special–

    • Maddie October 5, 2010 at 2:15 pm

      Thanks Someone!

  9. Kshitij October 5, 2010 at 4:45 pm

    Okay! This one here is different. Scientific and emotional. Fresh idea. I am hoping to see an image someday.

    • Maddie October 6, 2010 at 10:51 pm

      Thanks Kshitij! What photo?

  10. Vaish October 5, 2010 at 9:23 pm

    A sci-fi perspective on the picture! That’s a nice narration. All the best for bat!!

    • Maddie October 6, 2010 at 10:52 pm

      Thanks Vaish! All the best to you too!

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