The past is deep
Time will tell
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It's just a matter of time, To heal a broken heart. And just another love, To break it all apart.
Ah! love is bitter and sweet, but which is more sweet the bitterness or the sweetness, none has spoken it.
Between the two of us
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Today.
As he locked the door, he could feel the wind billowing his shirt out. He loved that feeling of almost being lifted. As he strode out towards his bike, he slid the keys into his pocket. They felt cold. Smooth. Polished. Just like his dad. He smiled. Strange how thoughts like these come at the most inopportune moments. Well, thinking of his dad wasn’t going to help him much, he decided as he paused for a second on his bike, before he started it. He smiled again. It was going to be a beautiful day.
She stared at the mirror. She was looking pretty, today, she thought to herself. She wondered why she hadn’t noticed the weird shape of her face before. Her eyes seemed extra sparkly, especially when she thought of the day ahead. She wondered why she wasn’t smiling when she was so happy, her heart should probably have burst a while back. Then she realized she was also afraid. No. She hadn’t just realized it – she had known for a while. Her face fell towards the washbasin. She looked at the bottle in her hand. Should she do it? She couldn’t stand to look at it, anymore. Why was this necessary? If only, things were different. She wished she didn’t have to face anyone she didn’t want to face. She wished she were on an abandoned island. Away from society. Away from people. Away from moral obligations.
But she wasn’t. She clenched the bottle.
The air flew into his face. Oh, how he loved feeling the engine beneath him while cutting through the fog. He thought about what he had planned. Planned! Were things like this supposed to be planned? Well, this was the way he would have it. The only way. When he thought about it, again, he wondered what the future would bring. He didn’t know. And he didn’t care either. He only wished time would stand still with today. It was not like it was the first time he was going to do this. But in spite of himself, he knew this time was different. He didn’t care about consequences or reciprocations. He didn’t care about guilt or society's so-called code of morals. He would face all that later. Right now, he only cared about one thing, and one thing only and that was today.
Her mother and sister were arguing again. She didn’t want to listen. She didn’t need to. She knew what was coming. They would yell at each other till their throats went sore and then they would sulk – each waiting for her to come and comfort them and patch up things for them. She got up. She had had enough of it. “I am leaving, ma. My plane leaves in an hour. I have to get to the airport. Remember, there’s hardly any network there, so no point in calling my cell phone. I’ll be back in a week.” She didn’t even wait for her surprised mother to ask if she really was going in the middle of this family crisis. She knew if she waited for this family crisis to get over, she’d have to stay for the next three ‘family crises’ as well. As she turned to leave, she looked back into the house. Nothing would ever be the same, she realized. After tonight, she didn’t know what exactly would change – but she knew something would. Maybe they’d stop arguing. Maybe they would stop watching TV so much. She suppressed a laugh. Now that would bring about a family crisis! She closed the door and leaned back into it after it clicked into place. How would she change after tonight, she wondered.
As they spotted each other, they realized they couldn’t bear to be apart one more moment. The mall was the best place. It was innocuous and filled with so many other people meeting, that the significance of this particular meeting was drowned. And god knows, they needed as little ‘significance’ as possible. As they left for the airport, the same thoughts were running through both their heads. They knew it wasn’t supposed to be planned, like this. They knew it wasn’t supposed to be this momentous. But in the end, it was theirs to treasure or throw away. And who really cared if they decided to make a big deal out of it?
What is it? Can you guess?
She stared at the mirror. She was looking pretty, today, she thought to herself. She wondered why she hadn’t noticed the weird shape of her face before. Her eyes seemed extra sparkly, especially when she thought of the day ahead. She wondered why she wasn’t smiling when she was so happy, her heart should probably have burst a while back. Then she realized she was also afraid. No. She hadn’t just realized it – she had known for a while. Her face fell towards the washbasin. She looked at the bottle in her hand. Should she do it? She couldn’t stand to look at it, anymore. Why was this necessary? If only, things were different. She wished she didn’t have to face anyone she didn’t want to face. She wished she were on an abandoned island. Away from society. Away from people. Away from moral obligations.
But she wasn’t. She clenched the bottle.
The air flew into his face. Oh, how he loved feeling the engine beneath him while cutting through the fog. He thought about what he had planned. Planned! Were things like this supposed to be planned? Well, this was the way he would have it. The only way. When he thought about it, again, he wondered what the future would bring. He didn’t know. And he didn’t care either. He only wished time would stand still with today. It was not like it was the first time he was going to do this. But in spite of himself, he knew this time was different. He didn’t care about consequences or reciprocations. He didn’t care about guilt or society's so-called code of morals. He would face all that later. Right now, he only cared about one thing, and one thing only and that was today.
Her mother and sister were arguing again. She didn’t want to listen. She didn’t need to. She knew what was coming. They would yell at each other till their throats went sore and then they would sulk – each waiting for her to come and comfort them and patch up things for them. She got up. She had had enough of it. “I am leaving, ma. My plane leaves in an hour. I have to get to the airport. Remember, there’s hardly any network there, so no point in calling my cell phone. I’ll be back in a week.” She didn’t even wait for her surprised mother to ask if she really was going in the middle of this family crisis. She knew if she waited for this family crisis to get over, she’d have to stay for the next three ‘family crises’ as well. As she turned to leave, she looked back into the house. Nothing would ever be the same, she realized. After tonight, she didn’t know what exactly would change – but she knew something would. Maybe they’d stop arguing. Maybe they would stop watching TV so much. She suppressed a laugh. Now that would bring about a family crisis! She closed the door and leaned back into it after it clicked into place. How would she change after tonight, she wondered.
As they spotted each other, they realized they couldn’t bear to be apart one more moment. The mall was the best place. It was innocuous and filled with so many other people meeting, that the significance of this particular meeting was drowned. And god knows, they needed as little ‘significance’ as possible. As they left for the airport, the same thoughts were running through both their heads. They knew it wasn’t supposed to be planned, like this. They knew it wasn’t supposed to be this momentous. But in the end, it was theirs to treasure or throw away. And who really cared if they decided to make a big deal out of it?
What is it? Can you guess?
