She looked out of the window, fighting the urge to hate herself.
"I was rude, I know... Cruel at times... Treated you as if you meant nothing to me... But i really liked you. And thats it. There were times when i questioned whether it was love or an honestly non platonic piece of feeling... It wasnt love for sure. Maybe it was just a wish to keep all that was mine tightly packed in a box. Whether that was necessary or not."
"Life would be the same without you. I promise. I would get up like everyday.. go to work... come back.. crib.. be my Crabby self and be happy. I promise. And you have to promise me something. Let's play God for once. Let's forget that we were together. Let's forget the first time i had seen you. Let's forget the hours that you clung on to my ears as i happily told myself that i am beautiful. I dont want to say sorry. This was what it was going to be. Both of us knew it. I knew it the very time i lost a piece of you to the sands of the ocean... Let's face it."
She looked at the cone shaped brass earring... wishing she hadn't lost its pair. She held it gingerly between her fingers.. and brought it close to her right earlobe...
"And a number of years hence, if i accidentally find you amidst the sundries in the box, i would want you to smile at me and tell me im still beautiful. I know you'll do that for me."
Carefully placing it back into the box, she fingered her new pair of earrings... They gleamed in the evening sun that trickled into her room from the glass window to the right of the mirror. She was going to wear them tonight. Not the brass earring. She sighed.
"As always I resisted…It was pain beyond explanation, any rationale. I pulled back with all my might, hoping against hope that it would stop. But when you have 5000 years of history against you, it was going to be tough..."
16 comments:
Lovely!
But
1. why the green room?
2. Where have i read the last para before?
Thanks!...:)
Hmm... Im sure you know that a green room is a ummm... room.. that people use to get ready/change to their repective costumes (and so on) for their stage performances...
So The Green Room signifies change...
As for the last para.. well.. you may not have read it anywhere before.. it was written by a friend... :)
"Let's play God for once. Let's forget that we were together."
I really liked that 'play God' phrase. Its quite an evocative piece .. assuming that earring was a metaphor .. and perhaps you lost its pair on the beach of mumbai which triggered these thoughts :)
btw the picture(of the earring) is really lovely and I do share the agony of losing some and have still saved few solitary danglings sans its pair :(
and yes the last para is very well-written .. :)
first visit here.. really liked your short stories.. will be back for more surely..
keep writing
cheers
z
hmmm... interesting...
u know, i cant write like u...
i think ur very abstract
somethin i cant be.
@aria: Aww. thanks!Solitary Danglings.. Heh! Yeah.. am a kind of person who stores almost evthin close to my heart... earrings, key rings, greeting cards, my watches which have gone into comatose years ago... :)
Lost an earring in a Mumbai beach yeah... Sigh!
And yes...the last para is not mine... has been written by a friend (hence, in italics)... Will convey your compliment to the person for sure... :)
@Z: Welcome to my crazy, abstract world... ^_^
Thanks!... And do keep visitng and putting in your views here... it'll be a pleasure... Absolutely!
@Adi:Oh m'God! thanks dear... :)
But you have your own way of writing your mind... something which i dont...
i can hardly express myself with the ease and panache you put into your scribbles.. maybe thats why i stick to being abstract..
I am quite a 'keeper' myself and hate to see old memories locked away. Reading this was a pleasure.
@B&B: Thanks pal!... my pleasure.. really...
do come back to give your precious comments.. :)
Ummm no i am sure i have read the last line (the 5000 years one) before.
@Aakash: Umm... No idea.. usi se poochhna padega :)
Btw.. loong time.. where were you?
good job done... nice build up of the story... reminds me of a fellow blogger who is also so very good at this...
Gee! thanks buddy! :)
And welcome to my blog!
Of all those y(ears)...
"i questioned whether it was love or an honestly non platonic piece of feeling" - a really creative way to define lust.. lol...
and love that touch of melancholy which wafts through the end here..
@Nitin: And of all that banter thanks to Graham's invention... yeah yeah...
@Z:Thanks again... but i certainly dont portray lust when i talk about an honestly non platonic feeling here... its this funny sense of attachment that settles within the hollow of your mind.. you never know how it originates... it's quite unlike lust which entails intense desire and deprivation, and quite unlike love, which doesnt wear away with time...
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