It was a sunny afternoon. My companion was still sleeping, dreaming her wonderful dreams, while I looked out of the window, observing the passersby. There were not many. A small kid of 4-5 years playing ball on the road with his imaginary friend. An old man chiding him to stick to the pavements. A woman in the next building hanging clothes as the wind blew on her face. And there was a lady waiting to cross the road at the corner, lost in her thoughts.
I wondered what she was thinking. She seemed pleasantly happy. In a way, she was day dreaming. As the signal changed, I saw her looking this way before crossing, just to be sure. I couldn’t help but smile. Then I recognized her. She was… She was my wife.
There it was. My living nightmare. My most cherished dream. I willed her to look up, to notice me. I hoped she would. Then this charade would end. This game of lies that I played with each living breath. A farce that wasn’t even original.
And then she looked up. And I … forever a coward, instinctively moved backwards. She hadn’t seen me. She was looking at the birds flying in tandem to an unknown music, perfectly choreographed. I was glad for a moment, and yet, despair seemed to raise its ugly head.
Was it that she trusted me so blindly, or was it that she knew and accepted it as a passing fancy ? And yet, with contrariness of emotions, I could feel a rage building within myself. But whom was this rage directed towards? Her for not noticing? or me , for wanting her to notice and letting truth come to light, or towards my lover, who by her sheer presence made these lies necessary?
I looked at her receding back. She looked happy. A stranger on the road. My wife. She was happy. I wasn’t.
Presently, my lover demanded to know what caught my attention. I said, it seemed like raining , as I closed the windows and returned to her welcoming arms.
P.S. This is an excerpt from a dream that I had few nights back..have tried my best to put it in words ..of course with little imagination in order to give it shape. Hope I had a way to remember my dreams.
26 Comments:
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This is your forte Dev, short story writing...and I like how you color and present it so amazingly that it keeps readers' interest from beginning to end.
But in the end, I realized that I hate your dream, because if am gonna put myself into that woman's shoes, I'd kill you, ha ha ha...Peace!!!
But hey, am not givin' up on encouraging you to try some other forms of poetry, okay?
Good morning and enjoy the rest of the week!!!
hey bhagwaan!!!!
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Do let me know If you plan to do so..
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I would definitely try my hands at different forms of writing..
In real life i don't think I would even think about it..
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And I am no magician, just another bloke
BTW you still did not answer my question on revealing yourself..
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btw.. thanks for keep on reading my post^^