Another attempt in abstract story writing....
Saw your text. Took a week off from work on false
pretext. Tried to be as joyful as possible. Roamed under hot sun, dusted
odd corners of home for hundredth time, read through the most tiresome
books just to doze off to sleep without burdening myself from any
thoughts. Listed hundred of things to be happy for. Tried to list the
dreams and aims I had held dear to my heart but strangely couldnt list
even one anymore. Listed hundred of reasons to not waste my tears.Was in
the company of people whose primary aim in life is to pamper me. Went
through every possible memoirs of happy days and lovely memories.
Indulged myself in exquisite shows of luxury, mind boggling
intellectual discussions, every possible notions of rationalism and
tangible hardships in life. Finally threw my pride enough to accept what
I feel and surrender the anguish and pain to the holy power. Gathered
little strength to show my weakness and shed few tears hoping for a
better tomorrow.But still my heart and mouth whispers a silent prayer to
never get up again while going to bed at night. Still my heart hopes
that bus running in road will be kind enough to rush towards me and
crush me.
If I were honest this would have been my
reply when you text me "How are you doing? Wassup?".after a week. But instead I
choose to reply "Fine :)" Hmmm...Had you called or met me my honest reply would have been a great smile and a cheerful fine. Because all I need is to see that twinkle in your eyes or atleast to hear that happy excitement in your voice confirming your joy and pride. That is all I need to replace the pain and emptiness with joy and bliss. Your voice with excitement and eyes with that twinkle. And that is why I insist you on inviting me for your marriage in person or in phone.
