Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Why?


My attempt at a story..
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She looked at the dizzying lights and her head throbbed at the pulsating music. In front of her was a melange of coloured whizzing blobs. She let her mind slow down and it turned into people dancing in a frenzy. She craned her neck to look at him. He was dancing, with his familiar unruly hair falling all over his face and was trying to pick a line with a giggling girl dancing nearby. She was surprised that even now, her heart involuntarily twinged with a pang of jealousy. She looked at her watch and found that it was way past the cinderella hour. When she looked up, he was standing next to her and without a word, they left the place and got into the car.

Maya and Karthik had been married for three years now. They had met first in their office and after gallons of cups of coffee, tons of popcorns in movies and numerous sunsets by the beach, they had decided to spend the rest of their lives with each other. And that decision was precisely what Maya was pondering over now, choosing the view of the road through the window to Karthik who was sitting next to her. She was thinking. There were none of those big ugly fights between them. Karthik was seldom haughty or rude and was not a chauvinist. He also made it a point to spend time with her, atleast an occasional visit to parties like this. Infact, she couldn't remember him saying anything in particular which was now causing the rift between them. On the other hand, it was all that he didn't say and didnt do- the usual bantering about his colleagues that was missing, his maniacal remarks about the new album which was unspoken and the book in the shelf which he would have otherwise gifted her.

Maya was still looking out of the window, at the grey clouds which were now marching determinedly forward to the drum beats of thunder. Just like she was marching on with life. She looked at the familiar scenery flashing by. She was a vivacious person who would have found a million things to talk about if only she was with someone else.Her mind went blank with Karthik around and the frustrating thing was that it was so unexplainable. Half the time, their attempts at conversation was shrouded by long silences. A silence which was so sharp that it drove like a knife, straight through her heart. But still, she liked him more than she liked anybody else. But, why?
So deep was Maya lost in her reverie that she didn't notice that it had started raining outside and that they had almost reached their house.


The car screeched to a halt in front of the house. She got out and was welcomed by icy raindrops which made her shiver for an instant. She saw Karthik fumbling for the house keys and knew that going inside the house would take quite a while. Normally, she would have fretted and fumed. But today, the raindrops were conspiring to lighten her mood and with her face turned upward, her eyes closed and swaying in rythm to the tunes of the pattering water, she started enjoying the delicious drops of water soaking her skin. When she opened her eyes, she saw him standing next to her -savoring the rain and the moment.
Their eyes met and she knew exactly why.

12 comments:

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Neelam Prabhu Gaonker said...

wowie....that was some romantic story !! :p :p
the simile on silence reminded me of god of small things...n the thousand different ways in which Ms Roy has conveyed the feeling of silence !!! i guess silence drives a greater wedge between two people than a much-hurting coversation can ever can !!!!
its always the little things in life that get u closer n drive u apart too...:)
wow...in a hell of a philosophising mood !!! :p :p

Stormy Zephyr said...

Good..Keep writing..

Hemamalini said...

@neelam..yes, neelam..the GOST had some amazing similes which makes you wonder. Silence sometimes speaks more than words!..be it hatred or comfort...When Silence Speaks!-how is that philosophy?:)

@dreamer..thanks a lot..and some real nice stories you have there..

Stormy Zephyr said...

Thank you for going through my ramblings! I appreciate that. Keep writing...the silence will no longer find a way to disturb the harmony..rather an oxymoron, isn't it?

Hemamalini said...

yes...The silent calm following a storm?:)

Kaushik Narayanan said...

so wat made u write smthng like this... ??

Hemamalini said...

@kaushik..your guess is as good as mine;)

Srini said...

Reeeely good.

But where is the sequel?:)

Hemamalini said...

@srini..hmm..shall we call it 'Why-returns' or 'Why- The Redux' or Why again?:D

Aishu said...

hems....that story makes me see myself 5-6 years down the lane...what I can't decide is whether that is a good thing or not......


and yeah....I am back!:-)

Hemamalini said...

@aishu.. seriously, I think it is a good thing.the story has a happy ending, the silence just signifies the comfort level probably!