Why is it?!

Why is it that a man’s feelings for a woman never tone down even after years of separation both physically and emotionally? Is it love, emotional dependency, sex or the sheer inability to embrace reality?

Once a man believes that he is in love with a woman, he conveniently ignores the remaining priorities in life like family, friends, career etc. This belief keeps him going strong without the support of the natural phenomenon of life and eventually he forgets that he is what he is because the natural phenomenon functioned naturally till such time that he started to believe otherwise. Since life is moving on more than smoothly, he forgets the importance of what supported him all his life.

The day he realizes that his belief does not hold ground for whatever reasons, it becomes eternally difficult to accept life normally again since he consciously eradicated normalcy from his life. This is where the problem arises; ambiguity in accepting one’s own life.

Living your life in parts is a solution, i.e. separating your work life from personal life. But come on, who are we kidding, how can other parts of your life be normal if the most vital part is shattered?

Taking to drinking and other vices is another solution. Trust me, I have tried and it does not help in moving on, except, you can talk or write philosophy like am currently doing or get drunk and pass out, then wake up to reality only this time with a hangover.

Then what is the solution? Maybe, it is to keep searching for a solution till you gather the balls to start believing otherwise again……..

The above piece has been written by one of my friends whose identity may be revealed after he/she wishes to. Till then let’s call - Anonymous

Let's Dance . . .

As the doors closed behind her, she entered a small room ornamented vastly with the antiques. The lights were out and the room was lit by the dim light emanated from numerous candles across the room. Granite walls and the high ceiling have created some dampness in the air. The dry wood in hearth burned red and provided warmth. There was a table set for a romantic candle light dinner for two. She suddenly felt uncomfortable and alone.

Beethoven shattered the silence. She looked around to see him walking out of the room dressed in a black jacket and bunch of red roses in his hand. His face radiated with some aura of calmness around on him. He was beaming with joy. He noticed her as he entered the room. She was draped in a deep red strapless gown, which augmented the curves. The thin chain accentuated her neckline. She was looking ravishing as she glowed in the candle light. She smiled at him acknowledging the compliment from him.

She placed the roses on the table, near the deck. Music filled in the silence between them. He smiled and stretched his hand forward inviting the lady for a dance. He had planned the evening countless number of times in the last couple of days. He went over the scene, taking care of every minute detail. There was a brief pause as she looked into his eyes for few more seconds. She could feel the eagerness in his eyes. She then stepped forward and placed her hand in his outstretched palm.

He came closer had clasped his hand around her waist. Her fragrance filled his lungs as he took a deep breath. He loved the perfume. She matched his steps and soon they were in a flow. He guided her through the steps which he had learnt recently. They were gliding through the music as smoothly as a brush in an artist’s hand. All the happy memories flooded his mind. He was proud and happy as everything was going as per the plot.

 

Everything looked in sync. The tunes were getting better, and every cell in their bodies was swaying by it. The dance was like the elixir, as the surroundings seemed to spring to life. There was romance in the air. He loved her company and the chemistry was clearly visible. The steps got slower and they got closer. He could feel her.

Just as they started to lose themselves, she whispered something in his ear. He took couple of steps behind and stared into her eyes in disbelief.  The words reverberated in his ears and could not hear her anymore. Tears rolled down effortlessly and his hands came off her. She was still speaking but he did not care anymore. She seemed to finish talking as she turned her back to him and soon disappeared. He always felt that he was just a blink away, but little did he know that how wrong he was. He wanted to make that day, the most memorable on in their lives. Instead it would be etched in his life as a day he would love to forget.

The grand finale was the cue on which the dance would breathe life into a fresh one. The plot was played to its perfection with an exception to the twist in the tale. He took out the tiny box from his pocket and hurled it away. It opened up, on landing; the content of which would have bound them together. As he looked at it, he felt lost and lonely and his vision started to blur again.

The Last Dance . . .