27th September, 2014:
“Believe me, there are more chances of you meeting someone there than me meeting someone here! You gotta trust me, I’m not seeing somebody else.”
“I do. I trust you… I think. But it could happen to the best of us. And then there is the thing about you not calling anymore… I mean, when was the last time we talked? Really talked? When was the last time you did not disconnect abruptly because you had someone else to attend to… or worse, when was the last time you did not fall asleep at the other end of the line?”
“Hey that was just once. Although you are right. I don’t know what to do!
I’ve been really busy with work lately. But that’s all. It is not because I’ve been busy shagging someone senseless while you spend your nights alone wishing I was there with you.”
“Would you do something then? Something for me? For us?”
“Yes. Yes I would!”
“You remember the very first art assignment?”
“You mean The Art Assignment? The Yeti’s Art Assignment?”
“Yes. Just that.”
“Wasn’t it the one about meeting in the middle? And we had done it, do you remember? Wow! Wasn’t it amazing??? And that was almost six months ago and oh my God! It was fun!”
“How could I forget?
Oh I miss you so much. And I miss those days! When you had just left a couple of months ago and i thought you’d be back in no time…
Well, are you willing to come halfway for me?”
“Of course I am! I’m leaving as soon as we disconnect… the same little park we met last time.. okay? The exact spot too. The perfect mid-point!”
“Whoa!! It is close to midnight… the trip will take us around 4 hours or so.
I miss you but I could definitely wait till morning… And what about your work? I thought you’d have to go!”
“I am coming.
And isn’t that what loving and trusting is all about? Meeting the other person halfway- trusting them to be there in spite of not saying a word throughout the journey. And I’m willing to take the leap of faith… are you?”
“I love you”
“I love you too”
You can watch the first Art Assignment here.
This story came to me a few days after I first watched it while I was sitting there cursing my exams for existing- because it meant I couldn’t do it for myself. I remember being all depressed because I had an exam the very next day and more than half the textbook to cram… and I was so angry and frustrated.
But then I thought to myself (after that one exam, that is)
Oh c’mon! Be creative! Are you just gonna sit there putting all the blame on your exams and not do anything? I mean, you are a writer!!!
*cue lightbulb moment*
Oh yes!!!! I am a writer. All my life I’ve written about things I couldn’t do. All those scenarios in my mind, I put them on paper to make them that much more real.
So I made up this story.
Of course the story doesn’t have any resemblance to any person, living or dead, and least of all myself. But you could say that The Art Assignment was like a writing prompt.
Oh and 27th September is my birthdate.
I figured if John could make Paper Towns happen on Hank’s birthday then why not me?
Before you start with the ‘Hank is his little brother, you are your own self and that makes you self-centered’ thing, let me tell you that my brother’s birthday is on the 5th of May and here are the reasons I rejected it (*underhand, if I may add* TFiOS movie reference people!!) :
1. It isn’t 6 months after the first Art Assignment
2. It is the same as Hank’s birthday (you cannot imagine how happy that makes me!!!) so that would be like a rip-off of Paper Towns without me wanting it to be.
I hope you enjoyed the story. I don’t think I did such a good job after my previous one (if any of you thinks that it was better- way better- than this one, then I agree with you wholeheartedly), but well, this is just my second attempt at a short story- I’ve got a lot to learn.
Somehow, while writing these two stories, I realized that writing short stories is more difficult than writing long ones.