Never say Goodbye to, SEVEN



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He switched on his laptop and mulls over what to write on the theme, ‘SEVEN’. After all, today is the last day for Write Tribe festival, but ideas are not flowing. He bends his head on the laptop to take a small nap, seriously hoping that some magical words will seep through his mind and soul. He fell asleep.


Seven Years Back:

The city was completely washed with the heavy rains that lashed during the day. Rohan dashed his way into the moving red colored BEST Bus that was jam packed with travelers who were a rush to reach home safely. He was completely drenched and stood behind the beautiful girl wearing a short Kurta on her jeans that was rolled below her knees. What struck him was her curly hair and the tilak on her forehand. The bus conductor asked in Marathi, ‘Kuthe?”

“Bandra,” he signals.

“Saat rupaiya (Seven rupees),” the old man, wearing  a pair of Kohlapuri chappal, scorns at him.

He forcefully put his hand in his wet and sticky jeans pocket and after struggling for a while, he finally removed his purse. He opened the purse and hit the panic button. He searched frantically and couldn’t find any single rupee. Forget the seven rupee.

The bus conductor grew impatient and gave him a menacing look. At the same moment, the curly-haired girl touches him on his shoulder and asks him to move  forward. She gave two crisp notes of Ten rupees to the bus conductor and said in Hindi, “Oye! Mama! Hum dono Saat hai. Kaat lena (We are together and take the fare).” The conductor was amused and before moving to other passengers, he said, “Kya hai yaar! Kaise kaise aadmi ghusta hai bus ke andaar (What kind of characters get into the bus).”

He smiles to her and she returns his favor. After one hour, the bus reaches Bandra Station and he dashes his way out of the bus and ran after his savior. He yelled, “Excuse me! Excuse!”

She turned around and replied in the Mumbaiya lingo, “Kya hai!”

“Thank you”

“It’s okay,” She replied and walked hurriedly.


The next day, he saw her at the same station and walked towards her, “This is your Seven rupees. I am sorry for yesterday and couldn’t thank you properly,” he said with a ten-rupee note in his hand.

She looked at him and smiled, “Chal! Let’s go to the shop over there, The tea is only Seven rupees and it’s your treat today.”

They ordered two cups of tea as he offered a handshake to introduce himself, “Hi! I am Rohan.”

She extended her right hand and spoke in a soothing voice, Koel.

He was awoken by a voice calling his name and the laptop almost fell down from his knees. Koel walked into the hall and sat on his lap. “Baby! What you are writing,” She asked playfully.

“What is that? Day 7: I am participating in the Write Tribe Festival of Words 1st-7th September 2013 (”, she repeated like a bird humming a song.

She teases him, “Like our famous Seven rupaiya bus ticket and chai during the Monsoon?!”

He grabbed Koyal’s arms and pushes her towards him and kissed her,”Koel! I love you, honey. Woohoo! I got my story.” They hugged each other tightly.


Today, I am feeling sad as the tremendous festival of words I call SUPER SEVEN is getting over. The response has been overwhelming as I connected with so many superbly and amazingly talented writers. The world is truly global and one cannot help feeling that we’ve been together and sitting over a conversation despite the fact that we are in different places across the world. For the first time, the stats and comments on my blog has hit a record high. What I loved the most about the challenge is the chemistry between us and how we were able to strike the right chord with each other. It has been an enriching experience reading so many blogs where I learned so much. I also learned that we need to compete with the self but learn from each other and that it is important to raise the bar higher and higher. Thank you, Corinne Rodrigues for making this journey wonderful.

I personally feel that Seven days is not enough and that’s why I continued the challenge on the other blog, without making an entry to the competition. No doubt, it was a tiring and uphill task but at the same time, endearing and full of fun. I made new friends and hope we can keep in touch with each other through Facebook and Twitter. Shit! I don’t wanna it to get over but all good things in life end. I am making a suggestion on creating a fan page for the Write Tribe Festival of Words so that we remain in touch. I hope some of us become good friends as our relationship evolve over time and why not meet one day.

Truly Write Tribe. It’s been an amazing Seven Days journey to be cherished forever and a life time experience.

With Love

V for (Vishal)



  1. I loved the seven click which I believe is your second time. The whole sevens and their role in the story was very charming. And well Vishal we will always keep in touch! And there is always a prompt or two on the write tribe sight, which can help her stay connected🙂


  2. Sweet story! I like your idea of a page or group on FB (though that can become a time-sink and a way to AVOID writing, it would be nice to keep in touch beyond this past week). I think seven days is about right – more than 30 is a fast ticket to burnout. I find myself rebelling when I get tired, and then writing LESS than I might, otherwise. But a week? I kept telling myself, “You can do this… you do NOT want to admit failure, it’s only SEVEN days.”😉

    Thanks for dropping by my blog, too.

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