One Moonlit Night
And on a cool moonlit night, he thought he would bring her the ultimate joy, the food for love - Music.
He picked up his guitar and stole the car keys from his dad’s overcoat and sneaked out the backdoor. Well… He sighed before starting towards her house and crossed his fingers.
Her window was open. It was dark inside. Overcome with his love for her, he felt like a wandering minstrel, come over to make sweet love to her.
He struck the first chords, cleared his throat and began a serenade. A dog barked somewhere, a cat purred. Someone from the neighbouring house threw a tin can. “who is it! Screaming at such an ungodly hour?”, he heard someone screaming. It did not deter him. His sweetheart was worth it.
Somewhere inside, she dreamt of him. The quiet boy who never made a move. She had seen him so many times, looking at her with his wistful gaze. So many times had she caught him staring at her, and he would pretend to look away. She had found him sneaking in her neighbourhood, trying to smell her hair and much more. She liked him, but waited for him to make the first move. She dreamt of him… in her arms, under the cool shade of a palm tree. She dreamt of him… kissing her softly in the gentle moonbeams… she dreamt… What the hell?
“What is that infernal noise?”, she thought as she awakened from her beautiful dream.
“My Princess has risen!” he thought as she walked closer to the window rubbing her eyes. He went down on one knee, raising the guitar to her, blowing a kiss…
Thud.
The window slammed shut.
- Neha
Tags: serenades
madhavi says:
har har har
brilliant i say!!
frog prince turned frogg!!
March 22nd, 2006 at 05:49 pm
Dolphin says:
Reminds me of a scene from the movie “A Lot Like Love”
March 22nd, 2006 at 07:42 pm
Neha says:
well… its not all that funny. There’s something sad in it… look closely.
March 22nd, 2006 at 10:37 pm
aNoop says:
a nice twisted story…:twisted:
March 23rd, 2006 at 11:32 am
Neha says:
no one’s really getting the point hmpfff!
March 23rd, 2006 at 12:12 pm
aNoop says:
nope, i got ur point…thazt y i sid itz twisted… poor guy…:evil:
March 23rd, 2006 at 12:41 pm
Teutsch says:
Is the sad part that his guitar broke?
March 23rd, 2006 at 02:12 pm
Neha says:
lol. no his guitar didnt break… u guys are a nightmare!:lol:
March 23rd, 2006 at 02:27 pm
Deehzee says:
The sad thing is that the kisses were not complete both in her dream and in reality.
March 23rd, 2006 at 03:06 pm
Neha says:
lol. Close enough! she was so busy with her dreams, she closed doors on reality!
March 23rd, 2006 at 04:24 pm
mark says:
i think that happened to me once
March 23rd, 2006 at 05:13 pm
Neha says:
Im sorry about that MArk. I really am.
March 23rd, 2006 at 10:53 pm
Avik Chakravarty says:
Poor Guy..but hey! Thats life! IF you don’t make a move, you’re called a sissy and a loser, when you make the move, you’ll be a bruised and battered loser..so don’t fall in love! Don’t seek or stare or peek or glare. In the end, in life, the cows don’t jump over the moon
March 24th, 2006 at 07:26 pm
shanth says:
ouch! its bettr to have lovd n lost than nevr hav lovd at all!thts wat i belive! but gosh! its been such a long time since i’ve been in love, n im just 20!! wats wrong wit me! oh n by the way good work neha!!
April 10th, 2006 at 05:33 pm
Neha says:
thanks again shanth. Being in love sucks tho. good for you that you are 20 and not in love.
April 12th, 2006 at 01:42 pm