Thursday, May 28, 2009

An Ordinary Love..

There may be countless ways to pen a story and yet there is only one to tell this one, just as it happened. However i shall allow myself the concession of a third person's account with an albeit false hope of escaping the rush of memories this account may precipitate..

He had lost the plot in its entirety, a whole semester stared back at him, with a gamut of unanswered questions. And yet here he was, his borrowed 350 cc two wheeled demon fired up under him, waiting for lady luck to emerge. There in the distance she appeared, a ruck sack hanging loose from her frail frame. He must have witnessed this sight a million times and yet he knew he must cherish this one.
A gruelling ride lay ahead of them, 200 kms of he most scenic yet arduous landscapes. The iPod came in tow, and she shared her music, just as he had shared his. Eddie vedder's smoky voice around these lyrics come to mind "All I ever taught her was, everything". A 100 km/hr is no time to let your thoughts meander, not in this terrain, and so he regained composure as they arrived at the half way point, a restaurant. Neither were too hungry, but meals have an interesting way of imposing themselves on you, a lunch for instance must be had around noon, so they did. Rice held together, or kept apart, depending on how you perceive it, with a generous lacing of curd, some fried okra by the side. She loved it, he loved her for it...
The ride continued and they entered the periphery of their destination. The traffic, meanwhile had furtively built up in force around them and at such a crowded crossroad, he pressed on the brakes too hard, lost grip on the road and fell over. It was the first time he had relinquished control by accident, how ironic he thought to himself, picking himself up before his pride.
Back home, his friend had done the most stupendous job of making himself scarce over the new year's eve, so this would be their time alone, a first in all their years of courtship. She was tired from the journey and demanded a warm bath, he was burnt much too deep in his desire for a warm embrace, one in which he could hold her to eternity, to himself, for himself. He didn't know if it was still alright to hold her, the tension was immense and almost audible. But she would give in ultimately, and he would be allowed the pleasure of holding her in his arms, perhaps one last time. There was an air of finality about everything this evening. How much could he hold on to?-----------TO BE CONTINUED

3 comments:

wordsmith said...

Leave a comment if you feel this story deserves to be continued...

Manasi said...

Of course it deserves to be continued :)

Unknown said...

this aint bad fr a start... but its too common and easy to start off.... the building up and then the twist and twirls as the story builds and unfurls.... the thought process revealed as things move .... the reflections... the beginning of the end.... and then finally the horizon... might take u some real thinking to come upto that..... all the best