FranKophone

The darkness before sunrise is most dense.  She  pondered over the thought. Can this darkness get any denser ?  How  long  would be her wait ?  Most importantly, will there be a sunrise in her life ?  Sleep eluded her. Memories of the past haunted her.  She fought them bravely. Yet. There had to be an end. Not long ago, she had been a young girl. She thought the world was a beautiful place.  A handsome young man would take her as his wife. The mere thought gave her  titillations.  Little did she know that her fate has conspired against her dreams. She was simply sold off to an ugly dork by her father. She shuddered to think that she had been bartered several times, abused and shorn off her modesty.  With alarming frequency.  Nobody cared she carried a child. She was never sure who the father was. Nobody cared when she miscarried. She did not mourn it too. She felt numb, almost giving in this time. One night she escaped. S...

What would you do if you lose me someday ? Shoot a query I suppose ! Stop that IT non-sense of yours. And ? Make me happy  from a distance of five feet. Ah ! Challenging. Sounds tough ? No. Boring . And I thought you were interested in me ! I am. In you. Not … Shut up. I always do that. Stop  making fun all the time. Oh ! What  should I make now ? French toast. For breakfast ? For life.

Sometimes, just sometimes. I think of escaping. To a place very known. Familiar. Loving. Where I cannot get lost. No matter what. Sometimes, just sometimes. I think of escaping. To a place very known.

Pre-note : This post is NOT about the book or the movie. Sometimes we are not in the best of our moods. Sometimes problems bother us a little too much. Many a times simple things give us "that elusive joy". I decided to take a walk on a cold Saturday evening.  My first stop was the street-side tea vendor. Viola ! He was not in the best of his moods. He told one of his "regular customers", " I just incurred a loss of 400 bucks. To earn it, I have to struggle now."  A simple statement. Yet it struck me with profound intensity. To start from the scratch. To carry on with your job in spite of hardships. Not that he had a rocket-science job. But this incident reflects the basic attributes of any enterprising mind. I took my lesson and moved on. This time I walked till my legs could carry me no further.

Scared. Restless. Suspicious. She wasn’t this before. He knew that . Or didn’t he ? There was no cause for fear. She knew that. Yet she couldn’t help it. She had to panic. She felt like it was the right thing to do then. She regretted it  moments later. His memory went back to those good old days. She lived in her own world of poetry. Something that set her apart. He loved her. Rather he still loves her. And she ? No one knew. He could not ask. Nor could she tell.

“Stop.” “What ?” “You know what.” “No. Tell me.” “This thing.” “Studying ?” “No. Staring.” “I didn’t stare. “ “You did. I saw it.” “By the way, were you staring at me ?” “Hell no!  I have work.” “ But if you didn’t ? Would you ? “ “No way.” “Sure ? “ “Disgusting.” “I love that word.” “Really ?” “Only when you say it.” “Ok. Anything else ?  I have work.” “I have you.” “Shut up !” “Really ?” “Not again.”

There is something in mourning a loved one. There is something in noticing that the world is not same anymore. There is something in walking bare-feet on the Grand Road. There is something in gazing at those two lotus eyes intently. There is something in letting your loved one go. There is something in losing all you have in one go and not weeping at all. There is something in future that keeps me alive today.