It was half an hour since they entered that restaurant. She was, as always, asking her set of questions, but his answers were decidedly different from the usual. Soon he found a question where he could conveniently fit the sentence he was memorising for last five days.
"Perhaps, I love you. Perhaps that's why."
He managed to speak these words so casually and so impassively so as to suggest everything was being said in a light vein, though deep inside he was cold beyond the Kelvin scale. He knew this was not the way people speak their heart. To speak your heart, you must be all heart for a few seconds atleast. But he had a mind- a mind he could never part with- a mind which told him that the heart in open could send the friendship in a closed box.
"Oh! What a reason. You witty! Anyways, how about B. Haven't heard of him for long."
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Some two months later.
"E, I love you." said he.
This time the voice and the timing were quite good, though not perfect. The fear of rejection had subsided. The desire of acceptance had got momentum. The mind was put to silence this time.
Silence had also gripped her. He was trying to read her face, and for the first time in his life he found it difficult. If he knew anything about her, he knew her life (like his own) doesn't follow a smooth sine wave, but some square wave with only extremum actions, and reactions.
And soon, the fear of extremum negative reaction gripped him back.
"I mean, sometimes I think I love you"
"You know, sometimes I also think I quite like you. Anyways, how about........"
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Another two months down the line.
"E, I love you. I really do."
"Shut up, wud you? Tell me howz H."
"Perhaps, I love you. Perhaps that's why."
He managed to speak these words so casually and so impassively so as to suggest everything was being said in a light vein, though deep inside he was cold beyond the Kelvin scale. He knew this was not the way people speak their heart. To speak your heart, you must be all heart for a few seconds atleast. But he had a mind- a mind he could never part with- a mind which told him that the heart in open could send the friendship in a closed box.
"Oh! What a reason. You witty! Anyways, how about B. Haven't heard of him for long."
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Some two months later.
"E, I love you." said he.
This time the voice and the timing were quite good, though not perfect. The fear of rejection had subsided. The desire of acceptance had got momentum. The mind was put to silence this time.
Silence had also gripped her. He was trying to read her face, and for the first time in his life he found it difficult. If he knew anything about her, he knew her life (like his own) doesn't follow a smooth sine wave, but some square wave with only extremum actions, and reactions.
And soon, the fear of extremum negative reaction gripped him back.
"I mean, sometimes I think I love you"
"You know, sometimes I also think I quite like you. Anyways, how about........"
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Another two months down the line.
"E, I love you. I really do."
"Shut up, wud you? Tell me howz H."
17 comments:
"Nobody takes me seriously!"
"shut up would you. Talk about Vikram."
And then the guy committed suicide.
Perhaps.
Sometime back, you helped me understand that one can't prevent some typical questions on "she-and-me" tales. So now I wrote the "she-and-he" kind of fiction!
But Jesus! Vikram is still brought in here!! :D
And why should the guy commit suicide? He is not rejected as yet, and even if he is, why should he?
Next time the guy should come up something like:
E, I love you, I really do.
Shut up, would you? Lets talk about H.
Naah, how about V?
[Tap]
Didn't get u. what difference will that make?
And while no one is appreciating my literary work (not even TAP!), let me take it on myself to do that:
"To speak your heart, you must be all heart for a few seconds atleast."- hmmm.. nice thought there, Vikram.
Aah.. feels like Vikram is not me! Ohh! that's what u people meant :P
Hmm, I was about to highlight that line, but then it somehow slipped away from my mind when I typed in the comment. It is quite an epigram to be honest. Maybe you too tried building an entire post over a single line like Taru.
Is it? I thought it occured to me as an original idea! I may have read it somewhere, don't remember.
No! I built that on "Perhaps I love you." The other line was sudden.
Should I direct E to this blog Vik? If you want tht is!
:P
[B]
doesn't work man/gal.
Given the fact that it's fiction, neither does an E exist nor does a B.
Thanx for your concern!
:D And you talk 'bout not gettin ma poems!! :P
btw, Dunno if I'm late, but all the best!!!
E?
Interesting story in there?
[venom]
What I don't get bout ur poems is the exact proportion of reality and imagination in there! Mine's all fiction.
And I wud definitely consider your wishes to the guy while writing a sequel to this post :P ,so ur wishes won't go waste!
[phoenix]
Did u think of 'E' as 'hey' earlier?
Cooking up the stories ain't difficult. Don't believe.
Have to say it was a gripping read...was wondering right thru what happens next...
now, what happens Next? Is there a sequel?
Ah so there IS a story!
Now lemme think of sm girl names starting with E
oops that was me
[Siyaah]
Really? thanks!
Haven't thought of the sequel yet.
[Ph]
you know I started with A,B,C and I found I don't 'know' any girl whose name starts with E!
Precautions already taken!
[Phoenix]
Are u sure? :D
I thought u can't infer "there IS a story" from my reply!
May be Swedish English is somewhat different :P
ouch!
but I a such a sucker for stoies like these :)
[chandni]
:)
u r an expert at writing stories like these.
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