Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Really Random

She stopped abruptly at the door, her hand on its edge; surprised. She hadn’t realized it was almost dark outside. Not because it was late, but because of the thundering black clouds that blanketed the sky above. It hit her, the way every little thing hit her, these past few days. Any slight change, a word, a tone, a touch. Anything different from the routine. She felt like a sponge, taking in so much. Saturated. Brimming.

And then he had called the night before. Because he felt like talking to her, not because he had a favour to ask. That surprised her; he was always slightly selfish, expecting people to be there for him according to his whims and fancies. Nevertheless, she had always been a good friend to him. But yesterday when he joked, she cried. Her usually calm, composed self, wept. It scared him.

“But I am always pulling your leg!”

“I know…”

“So why are you crying today?”

“I don’t know!”

“The reason I like you is because you are usually such a sport!”

She felt like hanging up on him. So she did.

And now she was on her way to meet two beautiful people.

One was her best friend, her confidante, her soul sister – an abyss, incessantly absorbing all that she had to offer- advice, laments, gossip, words of care, of joy, of apprehension, of anger, and of desperation. And giving, in return, exactly all that, in the right amount, to the right degree, at just the right time.

The other one had been a source of inspiration until time and one particular incident had created an infrangible and unassailable wall between them. Today, she meant to scale it. And she did. Their parting hug was genuine. She had meant every touch of it.

She was surprisingly upbeat for the rest of the day.

15 comments:

Adisha said...

Such a lovely heart warming piece :)

Baljinder Singh said...

nice post...seems to be directly from heart...:P

Chimu said...

lovely.. could feel her emotions :)

Chriz said...

:) simple n cute

The Survivor said...

This was good.

Chriz said...

parting hugs sometimes give us good memories.. and sometimes sad memories

Tasneem N. said...

it surely seem to have come directly from the heart.well written and thanks for dropping by my blog.hope to see more of you.

Enigmatic said...

All i can say is AWESOME!!!!

Rhett said...

Nice prose. Well-written.

mohitparikh said...

nice post. waiting for u to update ur blog.

dhruv said...

Read some of your posts, you do write well, a bit too emotive at places yet it is an enjoyable experience reading what u wrote... keep writing...
- dhruv

A New Beginning said...

Beautiful post, full of loads of emotions, one crossing the other in myraid ways.
You have a great style of writing!
Keep up!

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Sachin said...

a really nice one ..... took my heart away ..

i'll say that your writing has something in it.... some passion, some emotions.... really good work ...

waiting for ur new posts...

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NG said...

A beautiful post, this one.
I'd really love to see you write more often :)

Appy said...

Thanks Nikhil, I am not very frequent because other stuff takes up a lot of my time, but I'll become very regular, very soon.