they fought all night till their eyelids drooped in protest.....
the next morning she rose early to continue, but he never woke...
there he was, pushed to the extreme left of the bed...had thrown up his hands in submission and let her claim that coveted side of the bed that ensured sweet breezy dreams....
now, his submission seemed eternal...complete.
the upper edge of his lip seemed to have pricked itself up just a bit...the grin never had the leisure to assume its full form, but there it was, jeering at her- 'which side of the bed will you sleep on now?'
it never struck her that this sudden elimination of her rival called for celebration...burst of confetti? popping the corks of campaigne bottles? three loud cheers?
now, after all those tiring nights of epic warfare, why was she sitting by his side, wiping away the quivering pellets of sweat lining his forehead? the pellets he had gathered meticulously through the night...a temple-ful of evidence to bring under the glaring scrutiny of some imaginary Justice, to expose before all, the hegemony of his wife. now, she wiped them away...softly, lovingly, longingly...'destroying evidence!', he would have barked, but in that room of controlled breaths, wispering voices, mournful sighs and a general oppressive air of reverence, his voice passed through the sieve of silence...and melted away...
the war has ended. peace unfurled its pristine white flag, mockingly.
they carried him away in a glass box, leaving her with sweat on her palms...and nothing else.
the bed looked massive at night, it seemed to rise and expand before her eyes...she could attempt to swim across it, and give up midway in fatigue. ..
her throat hurt...irascible words scratched against her voice box...'let us out!', they screamed.
but the nightly rituals were done with...words and thoughts has been burnt at his funeral pyre.
now, she sat picking at her own ashes, while shooting jealous glances at the left side of the bed...
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3 comments:
Somehow, I found this to have vague similarity with the 'incident' that happened across the road from my house...but, I assume that you didn't intend that to happen...subconscious link, maybe? But anyway..most of us, when we have people and love we rarely do get to go out and tell them how much they mean to us - most of us are so busy with the eternal wars with our very own selves that everything else seems shallow - that's how I interpret it, and cheers..your computer's back to life so that you can blog ! :)
actually...i would be lying to myself if i didn't say that i was disturbed by the incident...but then again, this incident does have a million other similar precedents. the sad part is that, we use the 'eternal-wars-with-our-own-selves'as an excuse to wage wars with others, i.e, with thoses who are closest to our hearts, and by the time we realise the futility of it all, it's too late....
I am incapable of prose...
But i am the eternal poet..
wonder why the dots end my sentences.. they stare at u through the times and wonder aloud..
of the kohn ridden cloud,
of the death of my heart u laugh out at it..u will never let that happen..
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