Attempt at a piece of love-writing. Bear with me if it sounds dumb and hollow! :P) Last night, you came in my dream.

After...what...ten months?! And today, I've not forgotten you. Yet. All those words are coming back. The ones you used to sweet talk me to silence. How could I speak? Words seemed so inappropriate. I was hoping my silence was more eloquent. The same colour rushes to my face now as it did when you used that voice of yours to claim me for your own. This time, the colour rises for other reasons- anger? pain? Or is it embarassment? At having bared open my soul to you and let you camp there? It took me so long to painfully pull out keg after keg that firmly kept your tent down. And every time I removed a keg, my flesh hurt. Smarted with all the love I had just imagined. Thank god for the distance that separated us- then and now. Blessed distance that kept me safe from my vulnerability. But sometimes, I wonder, would distance have actually made these plain talks, real? Made meaning of what seems like a stretch of once-upon-a-times? Today you refuse to go...image stuck in my eyes. Persistance of vision and memory. The colour of your smile...once a cool aquamarine to my senses, now a murky un-understandable brown. Those little crinkles around the corner of your mouth...perfect geometric lines chiselled on to your face, now an ambiguous clutch of arrows shooting out everywhere. And then those almost brown eyes...aah... those that were both warm and cool, trusting and loving; now an intangible white mass with a black pinprick for an iris! What happened to you? the you I knew, talked to, laughed with and shared life with? Did he die? Did he disappear? Did all the hopes and promises sublimate? You have changed, and hence, I have changed, and when in dreams we meet, we live another lifetime, the one I once wished into my life! ***************************************************************************** Coming soon... the journal pages from my two week trip to Landour(the lovely lovely world of Ruskin Bond)! :) Blogsville, I am back! :D Posted by Sandhya Ramachandran at Friday, March 11, 2011 Reactions: Labels: disappointment, dream, love, story, unrequited 1 comments:

Anonymous said... "The colour of your smile...once a cool aquamarine to my senses, now a murky ununderstandable brown." Reminds me of Bharati's 'Aasai mugam marandhu poche'. Forgetting a face is not so much about absence of memory as it is about its murkiness, isn't it. I enjoyed the piece :) Saturday 2 April 2011 1:22:00 AM GMT+05:30 Post a Comment Newer Post Older Post Home

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Then whisper, blossom, in thy sleep, How I may upward climb, The Alpine Path, so hard, so steep, That leads to heights sublime. How I may reach the far-off goal, Of true and honoured fame. And write upon its shining scroll, A woman's humble name." (Thanks to L.M.Montgomery who mentioned this in 'The Alpine Path', her autobiography, as the anonymous poem that inspired her. It was published in Godey's Lady Book in March 1884 as part of a continued story called Tam, the Story of a Woman by Ellam Rodman Church and Agusta de Bubna. It has irrevocably influenced me, and the jealous goddess of writing has held me captive too!) "He ne'er is crowned with immortality,who fears to follow where airy voices lead." ~ Keats When I read that THE FLASH came, and I took a sheet of paperI forgot to tell you Cousin Jimmy gave me a little box of paper and envelopesON THE SLYand I wrote on it: I, Emily Byrd Starr, do solemnly vow this day that I will climb the Alpine Path and write my name on the scroll of fame. -Emily of New Moon ch.27

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Anne of Ingleside (Anne of Green Gables, No. 6) (Anne of Green Gables) by L.M. Montgomery

Rilla of Ingleside (Anne of Green Gables, No. 8) (Anne of Green Gables) by L.M. Montgomery

The Agony And The Ecstacy by Stone Upper fourth at Malory Towers by Enid Blyton

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