The Party Begins..
She is wearing this little red thing that would stand out in a crowd. I try speaking to her, silently, soothingly.
When will she start listening to me?
I'm sitting right next to her. Her hair was pulled back in a magnificent chignon that served to accentuate the sculpted beauty of her features.
I want her to learn to dress right for all occasions. For me, of course.
I just averted my eyes from the drab thing she is wearing.
I'm looking around, bored, when I spot one of God's most perfect creations that has ever walked this planet.
I let out a low whistle. She doesn't seem to mind it.
In my field of view is - or rather, my field of view is fixed to - an epitome of beauty, an embodiment of everything wonderful, sugar, spices and everything nice.
Suddenly my eyes are locked to hers. She seems to be drooling all over me. We continue doing so, a touch too long.
Then i see this fear in her eyes.
A fear that I will notice. A fear that she may start wishing for something unattainable. A fear that her fragile confidence will get a blow.
I can read her thoughts, and I find them very amusing, right now.
The amusement spreads on to my face, and i start smiling.
She glares at me and as if she wants me to shut up.
As if I care.
The clock strikes 9, breaking my fixation. I move to the terrace, open the packet of smokes and light one.
A long day it has been and the party was yet to begin. They all would start pouring in some time.
I started thinking about the past.
She had been beautiful all along. It had started like all love stories do. Our relationship had quickly jumped from the teen romance phase to marriage.
I was happy with the picture she presented as my wife and the life we had together. Things had taken a turn for the irreparable after the miscarriage.
It wasn’t anyone’s fault. The doctor had advised care but in the way that any woman about to carry a human being to term is advised rest and relaxation. We were happy and proud so there was no reason for anyone to be unduly worried or extra careful.
Until she lost the baby.
Accusations flew everywhere, we changed doctors, we tried to get pregnant again but something had gone wrong and there was no getting around the change. So she retreated into a shell from which I was unable to extract her.
I thought everything would get better with time.
But, suddenly one day I realised that she was someone completely alien, someone I didn't know at all.
The days started getting longer. I started coming home late and sometimes stayed over at a friends place….
(TO BE CONTINUED)…
When will she start listening to me?
I'm sitting right next to her. Her hair was pulled back in a magnificent chignon that served to accentuate the sculpted beauty of her features.
I want her to learn to dress right for all occasions. For me, of course.
I just averted my eyes from the drab thing she is wearing.
I'm looking around, bored, when I spot one of God's most perfect creations that has ever walked this planet.
I let out a low whistle. She doesn't seem to mind it.
In my field of view is - or rather, my field of view is fixed to - an epitome of beauty, an embodiment of everything wonderful, sugar, spices and everything nice.
Suddenly my eyes are locked to hers. She seems to be drooling all over me. We continue doing so, a touch too long.
Then i see this fear in her eyes.
A fear that I will notice. A fear that she may start wishing for something unattainable. A fear that her fragile confidence will get a blow.
I can read her thoughts, and I find them very amusing, right now.
The amusement spreads on to my face, and i start smiling.
She glares at me and as if she wants me to shut up.
As if I care.
The clock strikes 9, breaking my fixation. I move to the terrace, open the packet of smokes and light one.
A long day it has been and the party was yet to begin. They all would start pouring in some time.
I started thinking about the past.
She had been beautiful all along. It had started like all love stories do. Our relationship had quickly jumped from the teen romance phase to marriage.
I was happy with the picture she presented as my wife and the life we had together. Things had taken a turn for the irreparable after the miscarriage.
It wasn’t anyone’s fault. The doctor had advised care but in the way that any woman about to carry a human being to term is advised rest and relaxation. We were happy and proud so there was no reason for anyone to be unduly worried or extra careful.
Until she lost the baby.
Accusations flew everywhere, we changed doctors, we tried to get pregnant again but something had gone wrong and there was no getting around the change. So she retreated into a shell from which I was unable to extract her.
I thought everything would get better with time.
But, suddenly one day I realised that she was someone completely alien, someone I didn't know at all.
The days started getting longer. I started coming home late and sometimes stayed over at a friends place….
(TO BE CONTINUED)…
posted by Perfect Misfit at 8:38 AM
3 Bouquets/brickbats!!
