“hello” the curtain raiser.

helloA simple hello…

The girl in front her was like the Hungarian Hornbill dragon throwing flames, and the boy that the girl was addressing was covering like she is a real dragon

From the moment the girl start with the hello, everyone in the small cafeteria knew that the boy was dog feed.

“a simple hello”… thought Arnavi as she sipped the coffee, funny all of it was the intonation that went with pronouncing the word. Maybe if she scourged the dictionary it would called an expression or gesture of greeting – used interjectionally in greeting, in answering the the telephone or to express surprise.

But essentially it was the pitch, pause and phonetic emphasis that communicated exactly which avatar the word took on for that moment. It was like a curtain raiser that actually indicated the state of mind of the verbalizer.

“the icebreaking shape lifter” the phrase floated in rather spontaneously.

It was like an opening, of story of life, quicker than the wink of an eye, actually the story of love could just bulleted as the journey from hello and goodbye…until we meet again, and somewhere between the two was also an I love and accept you in space.

“Hello,” Arnavi looked up at the Hello, and there stood, Ajinkya in front her, just back from the seaside, the way he said the Hello, it was refuting the huge fight they had before he stormed out of the house Arni, I found wisdom in the waves. Goodbye was a hello to a life with out you, and, the vision of that was hell.”

Arni wondered, if smiling was the way the way the soul said hello, then obviously a frown meant goodbye, was there a word between hello and goodbye? For that was what her soul was saying right then.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

After all the argument, the fight, and  storming off.

Sometimes, maybe we put the hell, into the hello, especially when waving at someone we rather not have in our space, and if looks could the person would wish that she were Helen Keller.


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