When dreams fall drop by drop, filling up on my eyes








Curled up in the armchair, she watched as the raindrops raced each other on the icy glass. Closing her eyes, she hoped he was standing at the door, asking her if she was not coming to bed. But when she did open her eyes, she saw him, through the crack of the bedroom door, his left arm covering one half of his face,his back exposed, the light, highlighting his spine. He was all dreams and tranquility.

She smiled. But it was a sad smile. An expression one gives when the battle is lost and you know that you could never achieve ones perceived goal. But why settle for thoughts based on failure when you could always close your eyes and imagine the sweetest of thoughts, so diabetic, that a person would go into a coma, she thought to herself. And thats exactly what she did...

Damn it, she cursed. Her mental darkness was now, disturbed by the occasional lighting courtesy the chemical reaction taking place in the clouds, she tried hard to picture them being together but the polaroid just didnt click from her mental camera. Again dissatisfied, she switched on the tv and as fate would have it, all that were playing were romantic numbers. Switching it off, the channel disappeared into a vortex, taking with it, the romantic musical couple.

"What the heck, might as well", she said. Stepping out into the rain, she went around in circles, the cool wind studding her skin with glttery droplets. Its an amazing feeling, almost rejuvinating. As she continued to hop, jump, twirl in the cool monsoon rains, she constantly hoped he would be there. Drenched as he watched his lady love. A scene embedded in her head from all the Hindi movies she had been watching.

But he never came. Perfect love is only in the movies she reminded herself. Dejected she walked back into the house. As she headed towards the closet for a towel and a change of clothes,she turned to find him standing there. Albeit groggy eyed and dressed in boxers, but he was there. "You're all wet. Wanna catch a cold that badly,huh??" She smiled as she headed for the bathroom.

"I think I'm in love" she said to herself, closing the door behind her.

7 comebacks:

findingmywingsinlife said...

This is interesting, different in a good way. Makes me think about the differences in men and women's thoughts- the way we think, not neccessarily what we think. Truthfully, it reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend this weekend, he tried to tell me men were simple and I countered that men were every bit as complicated as women, just in different ways.

anyway, I think this is a good story you've written. Hope you keep sharing your stories on here :)

Carl said...

Im on your side... but i still feel women have more facets than men...

Rohan said...

good story... especially the end..

Carl said...

Thanks Rohan :)

yossarianspeaks said...

tell me the truth you have been watch "p.s...I love you" .one to many times haven't you??

Good stuff Koocie...but one q..why was he in boxers??
My powers of deduction tell me that the man in boxers was a doctor and the lady in love has no knowledge of medicine otherwise why would she step into the rain?
Im like Inspector Closeau..deducing clues form the story..Au revoir

Carl said...

I did watch p.s i love you and did not find it one bit interesting or romantic... this actually was inspired by Wake up Sid...

And since Closeau went for the boxers, I'm deducing something else but nope it has no relation to doctors or lovers of doctors...

yossarianspeaks said...

You didnt like p.s I love you!!!!....you know what you need right now a Hambagaaaaa.....(as Closeau would it)

 

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