Saturday, November 19, 2005

the story of his love


he smiled. It was the sort of smile that reminded you of a deep breath - the instant it slowly uncoiled across his face, you knew it was a harbinger. it would lead to something….she watched him, catching her breath in anticipation and wonder. what story would this be?

with a sigh like an opening quote, he started his story. it was to become His Story. The Story of His Life. and funnily enough, it was all about something he didn’t even have. he spoke long and lyrically of love that he had felt. of how he had martyred himself - sacrificed his career, his peace of mind, and generally strained every sinew of heart and mind to keep the love of his life happy. the listener heard his words with growing horror. a quiet shudder shook her and she crouched lower.

fortunately, he was too absorbed in His Story to notice the revulsion creeping into her face or the stiffening of her body. her unresponsive silence became the muted scream of the person that he had “loved”. she could identify with the suffocation of the object of his cloying affection.

he droned on about how he was finally betrayed by her – how she had jilted him and walked out of their relationship. the listener breathed easier and cheered her unmet sister – you had to feel relieved for anyone who had escaped such a loving, suffocating trap.

as she watched the woman leave his life with growing joy, he too slowly withdrew from the past and with ill grace limped into the present, glowering like a sulky child. “I did everything for her! What more could she expect of me?” he demanded querulously. a little spirit, fewer shackles, some breathing space? she wondered which her fellowmate would have chosen, the poor woman.

she supposed she should feel sorry for him – he did mean well…. and he certainly wasn’t the only one to reduce love from its powerful magnificence to a maudlin, snivelling sentiment that seeped into your body to weaken spine and spirit. but the concept horrified her too much right then for her to feel charitable. she removed herself to the opposite end of the crowded room as quickly as politeness would let her. and there, slowly recovering warmth and spirit, she saw another person go up to him and sit beside him.

turning to meet the newcomer, he smiled and sighed.

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19 Comments:

Blogger S. said...

hmmmm sad how he never realised and probably never will, how much he needs to grow up yet!
nicely done.

7:59 pm  
Blogger Jake said...

hey, like misha said, nicely done.
* yeah sorry couldnt come up with and original comment, the early worm gets the original comment, ugh, another pj. :P *

12:58 am  
Blogger m. said...

@ misha: thanks, but it wasnt really about er, about That?! general thing.. :)

@ jake: and you call MINE bad?! sheesh! lol, thanksh

5:06 am  
Blogger Sridhar said...

turning to meet the newcomer, he smiled and sighed.

You make him sound like a 70 year old incessantly complaining about arthritis to every person he meets :))

"And it hurts just here, especially during winter...."

and what inspired this post?

5:30 am  
Blogger S. said...

@sridhar
aren't heart broken young men just that??...........70 year old men cribbing about the knot in their hearts instead of in the knee!!
Women handle it so much better! wat say?

8:48 am  
Anonymous vogonsForEthicalTreatmentofMen said...

Oh!! Bollocks!!!

Women ain't any better. What with the icecream and man-hating phases they go through. No fricking way!!!

8:59 pm  
Blogger Senthil said...

Eh? I thought it was a very well-written short story, but it looks like there are deeper allusions here... no matter, I shall consider it a short story, and a very well-written one at that.
And YOU'RE BACK! *confetti streams from the skies*

4:18 am  
Blogger Sridhar said...

@misha ...well....depends on the chap actually ... most of the chaps i've known crib about it maybe once in a month or so, usually when alcohol's involved and only to good friends, but they definitely brood for a long time..... the whole "silently sit in a room and avoid the world" thing is very common :) ...

5:42 am  
Blogger Sridhar said...

to continue .. woman handle it much better ... dunno .. dont think so, but don't have enough data to make a conclusion....

5:43 am  
Blogger Sridhar said...

to continue even further, since I just had a brilliant idea!!!

since I don't have enough data I'm going to collect it by picking 10 random women and 10 random men over various demographics, having passionate affairs with them and then breaking up with them while observing their reactions carefully. Since all the affairs can easily be pipelined if handled carefully, the whole experiment should at worst take a year.....

5:46 am  
Anonymous vogonsForEthicalTreatmentofMen said...

sridhar:

Did you say you were going to date men? Dude WTF!!!

7:53 am  
Blogger m. said...

misha, sridhar, senthil & ROW: no that wasn't about anyone i know!! :( sheesh.. it was just a commentary of sorts about an attitude ive heard rather often (unfortunately!).

sridhar... er.. "yet no prince nor peer may buy till cherry ripe themselves do cry" *rofl*

vogons etc etc: the point wasnt about men or women this time, it was about an attitude! - and please do leave off the charming language next time (im being nice and not considering the second time when sridhars preferences seem to have unmanned you!) i used to teach english, and im a despot on my blog page ;)

senthil: lol, yup - im afraid im not gotten rid of that easily! thanks very much :D

8:44 am  
Anonymous rabidrabbiInOrbit said...

You taught english!!!! Awesome.

5:17 pm  
Blogger m. said...

fun! :)

5:12 pm  
Blogger Rajesh J Advani said...

Nice :) Really nice.

3:13 am  
Blogger Laks said...

This is a real nice one.... Have heard this quite a few times... yeah!

@Misha: I do not think that being a man or a woman is the issue here... i think it is more to do with the individual's makeup and (though i hate to say it) where one comes from.

6:36 am  
Blogger m. said...

@ rajesh: thankoo!

@laks: HEY! thanks da :D

12:45 am  
Anonymous Deepa said...

Hey m,

Nicely written. Saw Misha's reply & ur counter that it isn't abt 1 person in particular. Shall choose to take that at face value :P

7:37 am  
Blogger m. said...

deeps: *sigh* you too? my word on it, alright? its not about That.
(argh mish, the trouble youre causing! :p)

7:40 am  

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