Waltz of the Flowers
It was the perfect kind of Pune weather. To the returnees of Britain, it might have compared to the skies of Manchester but Pune it was, in all its beauty. Dense clouds harmoniously gathered without rumbling and mumbling which allowed the sun to peek in and prioritize light, rather than the heat. The rain made its presence felt in brief yet bold bouts, unlike the tryhard neighbour's omnipresent incessant downpour. Anyway, Harsh relished the homely weather of his city. Getting a glimpse of the blue sky through the clouds was satisfactory enough as the city he worked in, Delhi, denied him of such simple pleasures.
Harsh always looked forward to these breaks. Familiar territory, familiar faces, by lanes he knew by heart coupled with friends and family he enjoyed spending time with. Pune would always be home for the young Harsh. A tad over smart yet the decent looking boy always came across as strangely lovable. Moderately built and considerably fair with light green eyes, his face tapered down to a chin that could give a person papercuts. Curly hair complemented by an 'above average' wit with a tongue as sharp as his chin and behold! There you have your typical Puneri lad. These vacations obviously meant a lot of goofing around with friends and 'Harshu' savoured these moments. The carefree environment around like-minded people also meant that he had to tag along to not his most preferred destinations. Peer pressure, pretty powerful! An 'Underground Party' was the agenda of that particular Saturday evening. Never one to be intrigued by the repetitive beats of the new techno trend, even Harsh was surprised how his friends managed to get information regarding such shady events. He had never been to one of these underground parties and was understandably sceptical. Harsh held absolutely no inclination towards Techno music but being a Delhi returnee, he could not say no to spending time with his friends.
Little did Harsh know that the party was literally underground. After pre-boozing at a local bar, Harshu found himself standing in a dark yet laser-lit club with headphones on and some heavy bass booming right into his ears. It seemed like someone had managed to get a basement converted into a club at a very cheap price and whoever had the idea was making the most of it. The ultraviolet graffiti on the walls added to the effect and a damp smell coupled with various fragrances of imported perfumes made their presence felt too. Despite it being a party, there was no overzealous screaming and shouting. People just grooving to the music oblivious to everyone around. 'Where there is a will, there is a way' and it amused Harsh that these Techno fanatics had found a way to enjoy themselves without disturbing others into the late hours of the night. Silent parties were the name of the new game. Purely ideated with the aim to enjoy some sick beat drops and electronic techno music, this was totally Greek to Harsh. Well, a new place, a new environment, new music, an entirely new experience managed to occupy the fair lad for about half an hour. For thirty minutes, he had been listening to the same bassline and moving like it was a 'Boomerang' on Instagram. This was not his cup of tea. It was too noisy and monotonous for his liking. Harsh had now begun to ideate new plans to get out of the Techno environment without his friends knowing that he despised it. After fake grooving for another twenty minutes, poor Harshu had had enough. Waving two fingers by his lips, he signalled to his buddies that he was heading out for a smoke. Lost in the music, they nodded in acknowledgement... Headphones off and freedom!
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It was the usual scene in Mumbai. A hectic and messy yet determined affair... To the returnees of the States it might have compared to New York but Mumbai it was, in all its spirit. Rumbling clouds ceremoniously gathered for yet another annual shower. It is damp and marginally dark yet Mumbai endures the onslaught unlike her lazy neighbours. Anyway, in whatever way it was, it was home to Sana. She loved it! The constant challenge to survive and strive for better made her feel alive!
It was an impromptu plan due to some last-minute 'jugaad' her Gujarathi friend had managed. Sana did not expect herself to be on her way to Pune when this day began. She had given in to the coaxing of her friends. Peer pressure, pretty powerful! A decent dress and just a touch of makeup were all she could manage before their time of departure. You could say she was more to the chubbier side... the Panda chubby, jet black straight hair, originally fair yet effortlessly tanned with wide brown eyes and you have your typical Mumbai girl (Not really, had to do it for the literary effect though) Sana was a beautiful girl, regularly graceful yet occasionally crazy. An 'Underground Party' was the agenda for that particular Saturday evening. Sana was never really into the entire clubbing scene of the town but she did not mind the 'rush of blood' once in a while. It was the first time though, that she was headed to an 'Underground Party'. She could not help but be amused by the fact that she knew people who even knew about such parties. All ready to be surprised Sana walked down the stairs of that club in Pune...
It was literally underground. Having pre-boozed at a local bar, Sana had just put her headphones on quite confused as to what would happen next. People around her were just constantly grooving around without a whimper. They were so silent yet so in the moment! She was unsure whether she really liked it or not but then, why not? The headphones boomed with a heavy bassline with weird sounds produced electronically playing around it at different intervals. Sana loved deconstructing the musical pattern, the tune, the beats and enjoyed the entire experience of a new musical journey... initially. After a point, it got too bland and repetitive for the naturally smart Sana. It was really clever how these electronic music people had found a solution to partying late into the night but it lacked the human touch and the entire community feel. Silent is an adjective which morally should not follow a noun like Party. The interiors were really sweet! The graffiti had definitely been done by some talented artists and the 'light man' was definitely getting paid well. It was a proper 'street' scene. Despite the environmental aesthetics, Sana felt a little dejected mostly because she was expecting so much from the music... but all of them had put a lot of effort into making it to this event. Asking the group to leave solely due to her personal dislike just seemed unfair. Waving two fingers by her lips, she signalled to her troupe that she was heading out for a smoke. Lost in the music, they simply raised their thumb in acknowledgement... Headphones off and silence!
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It was a quiet yet lively night in Pune. It was late and quite devoid of activity. The recent drizzle added a slight scent of rain under the green canopied streets. Two figurines were seen dancing under the bright moonlight. His hand on her waist and waltzing like two butterflies meeting for the first time. As Tchaikovsky silently weaved his magic despite having to do so through an iPhone speaker, the night bloomed for two flowers on that particular Saturday evening. 'Where there is a will, there is a way' and these two had found a way to waltz silently late into the night.
A love through music, yet so silent...
Harsh always looked forward to these breaks. Familiar territory, familiar faces, by lanes he knew by heart coupled with friends and family he enjoyed spending time with. Pune would always be home for the young Harsh. A tad over smart yet the decent looking boy always came across as strangely lovable. Moderately built and considerably fair with light green eyes, his face tapered down to a chin that could give a person papercuts. Curly hair complemented by an 'above average' wit with a tongue as sharp as his chin and behold! There you have your typical Puneri lad. These vacations obviously meant a lot of goofing around with friends and 'Harshu' savoured these moments. The carefree environment around like-minded people also meant that he had to tag along to not his most preferred destinations. Peer pressure, pretty powerful! An 'Underground Party' was the agenda of that particular Saturday evening. Never one to be intrigued by the repetitive beats of the new techno trend, even Harsh was surprised how his friends managed to get information regarding such shady events. He had never been to one of these underground parties and was understandably sceptical. Harsh held absolutely no inclination towards Techno music but being a Delhi returnee, he could not say no to spending time with his friends.
Little did Harsh know that the party was literally underground. After pre-boozing at a local bar, Harshu found himself standing in a dark yet laser-lit club with headphones on and some heavy bass booming right into his ears. It seemed like someone had managed to get a basement converted into a club at a very cheap price and whoever had the idea was making the most of it. The ultraviolet graffiti on the walls added to the effect and a damp smell coupled with various fragrances of imported perfumes made their presence felt too. Despite it being a party, there was no overzealous screaming and shouting. People just grooving to the music oblivious to everyone around. 'Where there is a will, there is a way' and it amused Harsh that these Techno fanatics had found a way to enjoy themselves without disturbing others into the late hours of the night. Silent parties were the name of the new game. Purely ideated with the aim to enjoy some sick beat drops and electronic techno music, this was totally Greek to Harsh. Well, a new place, a new environment, new music, an entirely new experience managed to occupy the fair lad for about half an hour. For thirty minutes, he had been listening to the same bassline and moving like it was a 'Boomerang' on Instagram. This was not his cup of tea. It was too noisy and monotonous for his liking. Harsh had now begun to ideate new plans to get out of the Techno environment without his friends knowing that he despised it. After fake grooving for another twenty minutes, poor Harshu had had enough. Waving two fingers by his lips, he signalled to his buddies that he was heading out for a smoke. Lost in the music, they nodded in acknowledgement... Headphones off and freedom!
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It was the usual scene in Mumbai. A hectic and messy yet determined affair... To the returnees of the States it might have compared to New York but Mumbai it was, in all its spirit. Rumbling clouds ceremoniously gathered for yet another annual shower. It is damp and marginally dark yet Mumbai endures the onslaught unlike her lazy neighbours. Anyway, in whatever way it was, it was home to Sana. She loved it! The constant challenge to survive and strive for better made her feel alive!
It was an impromptu plan due to some last-minute 'jugaad' her Gujarathi friend had managed. Sana did not expect herself to be on her way to Pune when this day began. She had given in to the coaxing of her friends. Peer pressure, pretty powerful! A decent dress and just a touch of makeup were all she could manage before their time of departure. You could say she was more to the chubbier side... the Panda chubby, jet black straight hair, originally fair yet effortlessly tanned with wide brown eyes and you have your typical Mumbai girl (Not really, had to do it for the literary effect though) Sana was a beautiful girl, regularly graceful yet occasionally crazy. An 'Underground Party' was the agenda for that particular Saturday evening. Sana was never really into the entire clubbing scene of the town but she did not mind the 'rush of blood' once in a while. It was the first time though, that she was headed to an 'Underground Party'. She could not help but be amused by the fact that she knew people who even knew about such parties. All ready to be surprised Sana walked down the stairs of that club in Pune...
It was literally underground. Having pre-boozed at a local bar, Sana had just put her headphones on quite confused as to what would happen next. People around her were just constantly grooving around without a whimper. They were so silent yet so in the moment! She was unsure whether she really liked it or not but then, why not? The headphones boomed with a heavy bassline with weird sounds produced electronically playing around it at different intervals. Sana loved deconstructing the musical pattern, the tune, the beats and enjoyed the entire experience of a new musical journey... initially. After a point, it got too bland and repetitive for the naturally smart Sana. It was really clever how these electronic music people had found a solution to partying late into the night but it lacked the human touch and the entire community feel. Silent is an adjective which morally should not follow a noun like Party. The interiors were really sweet! The graffiti had definitely been done by some talented artists and the 'light man' was definitely getting paid well. It was a proper 'street' scene. Despite the environmental aesthetics, Sana felt a little dejected mostly because she was expecting so much from the music... but all of them had put a lot of effort into making it to this event. Asking the group to leave solely due to her personal dislike just seemed unfair. Waving two fingers by her lips, she signalled to her troupe that she was heading out for a smoke. Lost in the music, they simply raised their thumb in acknowledgement... Headphones off and silence!
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It was a quiet yet lively night in Pune. It was late and quite devoid of activity. The recent drizzle added a slight scent of rain under the green canopied streets. Two figurines were seen dancing under the bright moonlight. His hand on her waist and waltzing like two butterflies meeting for the first time. As Tchaikovsky silently weaved his magic despite having to do so through an iPhone speaker, the night bloomed for two flowers on that particular Saturday evening. 'Where there is a will, there is a way' and these two had found a way to waltz silently late into the night.
A love through music, yet so silent...
Very nicely done, I could sense the rain, the feeling of homecoming, the joy of stepping out of one's comfort zone. Because I have experienced them all.
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