Afterthought

A deep compassion, a hushed sanctuary, Her internal help unbarred a gate in heaven; Love in her was wider than the universe, The whole world could take refuge in her single heart. ( Savitri ~Ghosh) “You’re surely sending those texts to a girl of your interest?” “What?” “Oh, come on! You’ve been fiddling with your phone, and from the sounds of your keypad, editing your texts a thousand times before sending it, and then, you wait for replies by sitting and staring at the ceiling with that blank stupid smile on your face. It HAS to be a girl.” I had to admit, his observations and his deductions were entirely true, and I acknowledged it. In fact, I had asked her out for dinner, and she was being flirtatiously indecisive. “There! I knew I was right. Adam showed the exact same symptoms!” “Ha ha! What became of Adam, then?” I asked, curious to hear of other people in love, and of how blissful their lives had become. “Adam? Interesting story! Well, Adam was madly infatuated w...

I had been travelling for a couple of weeks, and when I opened the old familiar door to enter our rooms, I found him bent over something on the kitchen counter. Having made sure that I had created enough noise to signal my arrival, I was about to shout out a greeting when his irritated hand suddenly waved me over to the couch. I sat there sulking over the lack of gusto in greeting, especially since I had been away for about a month. There was nothing of the enthusiasm that I had expected or the exclamations that I had looked forward to, about the matted hair, the Hindu tattoo, the earrings and then, endless questions about the incidents in the Holy hills of the Indian peninsula. Finally, he looked up from the subject of his examination, and stretched like an animal that had been crouching for hours. “You’ve got a tan. Never mind that. You could certainly listen to my story? Sit down and listen up” “Very well, give me my drink, and let’s hear your story”, I said, a bit sullen. ...