"Actually doing it is very different". Smoke twirled in an upward spiral.
"I was young... I had thought about it, I had known men and all of that. But this was the first time... that romance and flirting had a physical meaning. I was in a room with a man - he was around me. It's a new experience - you are feeling things for the first time".
I listened. Their coming of age story, perhaps?
I knew them both, but now I listened as if I had tuned into the radio. Attentive but not involved.
I looked down from the window, cars glided through the rain, following orderly geometric paths. A two way street - friends going partying, a doctor rushing to a patient.
Everything seemed to be part of a Perpetual Motion machine. The cars barely stopped for more than a few seconds, even when they paused - the passengers - Closed arguments, arrived at conclusions, shared secrets, confessed to the truth or kept their silence.
I turned around. She had stubbed out the cigarette.
"I felt this with him for the first time. He must have felt it with someone else... for the first time. That someone else, with yet another...maybe it was you?" She looked straight at me, almost expecting an answer.
Life is always changing - like a kaleidoscope gone awry. Unpredictable and myriad, yet strangely orderly and ordained.
I thought of the two ancient men on the battlefield. One a reluctant warrior and the other an all knowing charioteer. To me - both teachers.
"Prepare for war... in peace.
Be at peace in pleasure and pain, in gain and in loss.
Be at peace in defeat and victory".
I walked towards the couch where she was sitting, and reached for the pack of smokes. I smiled "No... it wasn't me".
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9 Comments:
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Guha da - are you planning to combine all the shorts into one cohesive story? Or are they self-contained?
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Professor!
You had to bring up a technical issue...didnt you?
No... I dont think I will combine them into a cohesive story. Cause these are essentially postcards - snapshots almost. And why I choose to post about these snapshots/postcards - they tell a story.
A story of the moment, a story with no beginning or end. Almost like life itself.
Like the charioteer told the warrior, "Birth and death, are not the beginning or the end. Life continues forever, only before birth and after death, they are unseen..." -
This is it. I'm adding you to my links. But you won't go into virtual hiding again, will you? *glares insinuatingly at Ani*
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No hiding - virtual or otherwise!!
Yippee!! See Mom - I got linked to Rimi's Blog!! Double Yippee!! :-) -
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