Friday, March 16, 2012

Reality called LOVE

There was a lot of hush-hush talks he could hear. Distant echos and erratic ring tones filled the lobby. But above all, it was the thumping of his heart that was more audible. By now, the news had sunk into him. She will be soon dead.
He had digested the news. He had decided never to shed a tear, the moment the news shattered his world. He followed practicality. He knew exactly what he felt. He knew exactly who he was. There was always clarity in his thoughts and actions. He looked at his mother-in-law. Her cheeks were stained with dry marks of uncontrollable tears. She seemed tired and drained of energy. He kept starring at her. Her hand loosely held a 108 beaded mala. She still had hope. Her body was still, but her fingers kept counting the beads in succession. He could imaginarily listen to her prayers within. He put his head down and tried to think of nothing. His perfectly polished shoe gleamed at him.

"Its a tradition that the wife should serve her husband in every possible way. She should cook for him, serve him food, hand him the filter coffee and even polish his shoes." 
"Well. Why dont you be 'practical' and marry again in that case?", she had asked disdainfully while getting her foot massaged by him. He had playfully tickled her foot and later kissed it.

It was all so vivid. He wondered how such a trivial scene could have possibly been etched in his mind in spite of the busy life he lead. He closed his eyes and warned himself to move on and not to dwell in the past memories. He did not want to take time to move on. He wanted the next day to be like any other day. He did not want to invite any form of sympathy. He was ready to wake up early and cook food for himself. He was ready with his presentation for the next day in his office.He had told his boss that he would be there to present, in spite of his boss offering him a concession. He was practical. He knew how to react. He was clear.

The door infront of him read Operation room. He kept staring at the words blankly when the door opened. He saw a doctor emerging out while undoing his mask. The doctor had merely uttered, "Mr.." and he got up on his feet. "Yes I am her husband. I hope the formalities don't take much time for I have to make arrangements for our family to reach base." The doctor gave a pause and uttered, "Your wife is alive. She is a strong woman. And I bet she has a caring family", looking at his mother-in-law. He felt a pat on his arm. He saw the doctor walking away. He had heard him. His mother-in-law was prostrating on the floor with her palms joined. His head began to spin. His thoughts were cut loose. He stood there awkwardly.

He lost control of his senses. The lobby was filled with a huge cry. The cry was deep, hoarse and painful. His mother-in-law stood on her feet and saw him on his knees. He cried profusely. He held on to her cotton saree like a frightened baby. He walked on his knees towards her and hugged her legs. She could not understand what she saw. She stood there and let him drench her saree. She gently pulled him up on his feet. He was weak. His hands searched for support. She told him, "She is not dead son! She is alive!"

He nodded at her in approval and sank his face in his palms. He retrieved his hands and saw a blurry pair of polished shoes. A drop had fallen on its perfect shine. He heaved heavily. He could hear people whispering about him. He closed his eyes. Realisation dawned upon him. He realised emotion. He realised reality. He realised Love.


26 comments:

  1. superbly written and that too so concisely in just a page without compromising with the emotions

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    1. :) Thanks for that prompt comment Sujatha! :) I always prefer concise posts. :) I am gald I could achieve every emotion as you said without compromise. :)

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  2. Nice writing soldier! :D Crafty usage of words and unraveling emotions. Way to go. :)

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    1. haha! soldier it seems! dangs da mapla! :D

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  3. Waoooww that was something! My heartbeats grew loud and wahaoo thats LOVE. One can never escape, right? :)

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    1. Aaah! as always a very creative compliment! :D and the answer to your question is HELL NO! :)

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  4. That. Was. Amazing.
    you can't control your emotions after all, Huh??
    Awesome read!=)

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    1. You try to control ur emotions and you end up expressing in the most absurd way :) Welcome to my world Stuti! have a happy stay here :)

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  5. OUUUUCH!!!!! why did you have to kill my heart this way! I had tears!

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    1. Oh my! :O I am very sorry babe! Was it that intense? :O

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  6. Amazing.
    Superb narration. Could almost visualize it. :) :)

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    1. :) Thanks Vinay! And A very warm welcome to my den :)

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  7. What a fantastic writer you are. Totally engrossed in the reading.

    Glad to have found you via Indiblogger. Your newest follower and a regular visitor now. Cheers
    Kajal

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    1. I am still getting there Kajal :) Thank you for this immense motivation! :)

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  8. My eyes were wet near the end. What a profound, heartfelt and beautiful narration. You are hell of a writer, multipersona and multi-talented.:)

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    1. Saru! Your comment made me cringe! it really affected u that much! :O oh man...wow..i dont know how to react!

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    2. You know Akila, I always want to write a story but I fail. I seriously admire people who can write a story with ease. This one was heart touching and each sentiment was flowing so easily from one line to another.

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    1. Aiyo mam ippo thaan i was about to share this piece with you! TELEPATHY! :D

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  11. postingan yang bagus tentang"Reality called LOVE"

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  12. The guy thinks he has a great busy life and he is practical and knows to handle his emotions well, but the moment he wishes that he is perfect he looks at his shoe which also epitomizes that. At the same time he realizes that a line that they spoke which had a phrase about the shoe brings about a loving moment that they shared. He is pulled apart by both the sides, the pragmatic side as well as his love towards his wife, its just that he did not know how to shower the love until the doc uttered those words. Certain men are covered by few materialistic stuff and fail to notice behind the veil the beautiful love, care, affection and a selfless person who is ready to do anything just to see a smile in his face and who is ready to sweat all day not to see him frown. A true respect that a wife deserves in this world she hardly gets, 'He was ready to wake up early and cook food for himself. He was ready with his presentation for the next day in his office.He had told his boss that he would be there to present, in spite of his boss offering him a concession." This thought that he said explain that. At the same time the moment the importance of a person in your life overcomes all the position, respect, fame that you have at work falls right below his feet and makes him the man that he should be. A word, a look, an expression and a line is more than enough to bring all the love a person should shower on another

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