Something of Myself
Friday, August 03, 2007
She thought him to be the ultimate 'man' that ever could be. A man who stood on principles, was driven by empathy and had the grace to submit when at fault...
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She was the sweetest thing I had met. Naive. Untouched. But one evening, one slight touch, the absence of the touch sealed it all...
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She was now on her death bed. Inching towards finality. He could not see it any more. He tried every trick in the book - due visits were made to the temples, mosques, churches...You know how human beings tend to grab the oddest sense of hope when there is none. He was doing just that.
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She did not do much. She just got close. His breath on her shoulders. Hers on his. Can't qualify as adultery, can it? He was pained. The memory remained. And it sting like a bee. He told me.
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She gave everything up because he made her dream. How fragile are human relationships...the give and the take...the song and the music...the peaks and the troughs...the rise and the fall...the wax and the wane...as if all cosmos has conspired to ensure parallelism, unwantingly...unknowingly.
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Life's like that. These days I get very little time to pen down my inner thoughts. But when I look back, look within, I remain motionless. Comfortably numb perhaps at the absence...
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Tumi robe nirobe, hridoy momo....tumi robe nirobe...
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She was the sweetest thing I had met. Naive. Untouched. But one evening, one slight touch, the absence of the touch sealed it all...
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She was now on her death bed. Inching towards finality. He could not see it any more. He tried every trick in the book - due visits were made to the temples, mosques, churches...You know how human beings tend to grab the oddest sense of hope when there is none. He was doing just that.
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She did not do much. She just got close. His breath on her shoulders. Hers on his. Can't qualify as adultery, can it? He was pained. The memory remained. And it sting like a bee. He told me.
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She gave everything up because he made her dream. How fragile are human relationships...the give and the take...the song and the music...the peaks and the troughs...the rise and the fall...the wax and the wane...as if all cosmos has conspired to ensure parallelism, unwantingly...unknowingly.
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Life's like that. These days I get very little time to pen down my inner thoughts. But when I look back, look within, I remain motionless. Comfortably numb perhaps at the absence...
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Tumi robe nirobe, hridoy momo....tumi robe nirobe...
1 Comments:
Don’t kill your inner self, ur creativity for a mundane job that feeds you. Take out some time my friend and write, bec that’s when u truly exist. :)
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