Thursday, August 21, 2014

Open you heart..



Part 1: Potpourri

Every time she visited him, he plucked a flower from his garden and offered her one. She would rejoice like a butterfly at the sight of the blossoming flower. She would keep the flower with her for all the moments she stayed at his place. And before leaving, before that final hug of his, she would open 'Alice in the Wonderand', from his small library and calmly place the flower in between the pages.

When she had put the first flower, she had informed him that she would take it back with her after it had dried fully, after the colour of the flower would have turned brown. She really liked the sight of pressed-dried up flowers.

It has been six year since he had last met her.

And yesterday, I met him at his place with a couple of beers. I noticed Alice in Wonderland in his library and could not resist the urge to turn few pages of one of my favourite books. I saw eleven such flowers dried up amidst the pages of that wonderful book. I asked him that whether the flowers had belonged to 'her' to which he replied he had never given any flower to her, rather he only gave those flowers to himself.....

Part 2: Winter is coming

It was his third summer in delhi and in the previous two summers he had been with 2 different beautiful girls: one in year one and another in year 2. His every year was cyclical in matters of love. Summers, he dated them and before winters they left him.  To both the girls, he had promised that the coming winter he would take her to those old delhi monuments, take her to the thin bylanes of puraani dilli, to listen to the qawwalli in hazrat nizamuddin, to sit and talk in the ruins of Tughalaqabad, to drink by the Lodhi Garden lake, to drive by the neela gumbad, to eat kababs near chawri bazaar.

But then before winter came, they broke up due to some trivial reason. (All break ups are like that). But he did all his travelings, eatings, drinkings, drivings all by himself alone. He would eat the kebabs alone, he visited the monuments alone, drank alone. Two years, same routine, same chilling winter, shivering all alone.

And yesterday, I met him at his place with a couple of beers. And he told me that this third summer in delhi, he is dating this third girl and he has promised the same to her as well.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Bon Voyage

Part 1
This was our third meeting and she told me that I was the most confused person she had ever met. I checked 'confused' or 'confusing'?. She insisted that I was confused. She told me 'No, actually you don't confuse me, its your own internal confusion I am talking about. I love it as your confusion is very entertaining. I enjoy being with you. Your company is like reading a captivating dialogue between two smart people trying to outsmart each other. Those two smart people are actually no one but confused-you fighting to come to a conclusion of your internal dilemma.
And you: when you have taken a decision, I find that you usually get sad. Sad in an entertaining way. Those two smart people inside you are not get sad for winning or losing but only because their duel to outsmart each other got over.'
I asked her whether she loved me. She said its too early but yes she liked me.

"And yet I adore him. I think he's quite confused, and with no place or occupation in life, and far from happy, and philosophically irresponsible- and there is absolutely nobody like him"-Nabokov

Part 2
This was our tenth or eleventh meeting or could be our thirteen meeting and she told me that I was one mad person and that my madness was very contagious. She told me 'The more I try to understand you, the less it seems. I know that one day it is going to get over: between you and me. That thought makes me sad but then I try to enjoy you every moment. Accept you as you are, probably that is the only way I will not get sad. You are absurd in true sense but magical as well.'
I asked her whether she loved me. She said she was not sure whether that feeling could be called love.

"When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained"-Twain

Part 3
This was our last meeting and she told me that I gave the best hugs in the world. She said that she had no regrets and had enjoyed with me to the largest. She told me 'I knew it would be over one day and here it is getting over. But I shall always remember it for all the positives. I shall always be happy that you happened rather than being sad that we would be no more together. I agree that its sad that it is getting over, I wish for one more moment with you, but can't help.'
I asked her whether she loved me. She said that yes she did indeed.

"Si nada nos salva de la muerte, al menos que el amor nos salve de la vida (If nothing saves us from death, atleast love will save us from life)"-Neruda