A little love story. Written with no particular intent, just a need to put some feelings into words.

When he was a child, he’d had a neighbour who, due to old age, had gone blind. She was a sweet little thing, who always remembered the smallest of details, from the health of his hamster to when it was Mac ‘n Cheese day in his house.
Once, she called out to him when she heard him trudging up the stairs. Her door was always a little open, against the advice of almost everyone in the building.
“Come here for a moment, please! I need some help! ”
When he entered the house, he found her sitting at the table, extremely agitated. Her head was in her hands, and it jerked up when she heard his footsteps.
“Aah, finally. I’ve been hoping I could talk to you. You see, my niece is coming to visit me today. And I don’t know if the house looks remotely presentable. Everything is in the place it should be, but I want her to be blown away. She’s coming here for the first time, you know. How does everything look?”
He walked around the house slowly, meticulously examining every item in every room. It was all spotless. Just as she had wanted it.
“And what about me? Do I look like a stern taskmaster, or a kind aunt?”, she laughed, and tousled his hair.
“Thank you”, she smiled. “I will call you over when she gets here. Since the two of you are about the same age, maybe she can give you company.” …

He woke up with a start. He hadn’t thought about his neighbour in a long time. Looking at the alarm clock beside his bed, he smiled. He still had another hour before Sharon was coming over…

90 minutes later, he was reading the newspaper, and smoking his fitrst cigarette of the day. The doorbell rang. He rushed towards the door, grabbing an a stick of gum on the way. He didn’t want to taste of smoke. As he opened the door, he was once again taken aback by Sharon’s beauty. Her eyes were what had drawn her to him in the first place. They had gotten to know each other through a common friend. A passion for reading and writing had brought them closer. They didn’t really talk much, but he though of her constantly. It was imperative that he got to know her better before letting her know his feelings.
They were meeting for the first time that day.
He let her in, and gave her a hug. He allowed himself to linger a little longer than usual, breathing in the scent of her hair.
“So, are you ready to show me around?”
“Absolutely. Here’s the plan…”

He took her around town, showing her his favourite haunts, reliving memories of his college days. Over coffee, she told him about her friends back home. Seeing her hide her face for an instant to mask her tears, he promised himself that he would try everything he could to make her smile again. And he succeeded.

They walked the roads, and stumbled over words in their eagerness to fill each other in on details od their lives. He felt like they had known each other for years. He hadn’t felt like this in a long time…

The sun was beating down on their heads, and she looked thirsty. He asked her if she wanted to go to a bar nearby…

Over one and a half Rum and Cokes each, he watched her. Though he hated himself for it, he was only listening to her half-heartedly. The rest of him was too busy trying to resist blurting out something stupid like, “you’re so gorgeous.”

She spilt a little Rum down her forearm and licked it off. He hadn’t been this turned on in a while. What was going on?

She suddenly exclaimed, “I want to get my ear pierced!” He took her to a shop, where, as she got a little spike put into the upper part of her right ear, his fingers were interlocked with hers. Not a wordof what A.J, the tattoo artist and ear-piercer,was saying permeated through his brain.

They went to a coffee shop nearby. The ambience was perfect. A retro look, some great music and comfortable seating. She put his arm around her and listened to him as he told her of his dream that morning. He didn’t understand why he had dreamt of his neighbour, or that particular incident. As he broke away to reply to a text, it hit him.

His neighbour’s niece’s name was Sharon. And she was always called Sunshine by her aunt. Though it was so random, it made his heart swell with love. Sunshine. He tried to check himself from smiling like a complete idiot, but it was too late. He looked into her beautiful, black eyes, and her delicate face, framed by her wavy black hair. Sunshine.

“You know, I was wondering, what if, when I came here, I asked you out, and we saw how things went?”


She was his sunshine. No one had ever made him feel this way. He was saying, doing and feeling things that moved him to his very soul. He knew that his friends wouldn’t recognise this kind of love, but he didn’t care. He reveled in her touch, her kiss, the feeling of her body leaning against his. She was absolutely perfect in every way. She was his sunshine, and he wouldn’t have wanted this any other way.

Three days.


I do.



~ by cranialrumblings on May 16, 2009.

17 Responses to “Sunshine”

  1. Anisha, I love you. 🙂

  2. very cute 🙂

  3. When I saw the title of your story, Len’s Steal My Sunshine started playing in my head. It still was at the end of the story. Although, I don’t think I got the end of the story, “Three days” and “I do”. Did they get married after three days of courtship?
    Nice and sweet….. Good to see your departure from the dark… 🙂

  4. ANISHAAAAAAAAA! awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

  5. awwww-ness! 🙂 LOVE IT! *hugs*

  6. leaves a nice tingling feeling… also leaves a feeling of hope… everyone wants to find their sunshine…feel good factor rocks.. lovely stuff anisha..

  7. oh my god, sharma…..
    my god.
    my godsend.
    oh my god.

  8. Beautiful. Funny thing, when I read the title, ‘Ain’t No Sunshine’ started playing in my head!

  9. 🙂

  10. Nice one. Slightly confused about the ending. And is it just me or does that female really have huge biceps?

    • The ending shouldn’t mean anything to you. 😛
      And it’s just you, love.

  11. Wow, a very ‘feel good’ piece of writing!
    I had the song ‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…’ running through my head, as seems to be the theme…. Lol.

    But was she really the neighbor’s niece or she just had the same name?

    • Thank you, Rachana.
      She happened to have the same name as the niece.
      Thank you so much.
      Keep reading.
      Take care.

  12. Nice story. Keep it up 🙂

  13. Aah ok. You’re welcome. 😀

  14. tat second pic is well kinky! I lub! 😀

  15. hehee… i love dis!!!

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