'Making Love to his Tonic and Gin'
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 with his girl, Katherine. After being coy for a while, he told her, and they got together. They were quite a pair of happy birds. They shared an amazing rapport. You could see it. Things were quite nice, and it seemed they would go on forever.”
“They didn’t?”
”Well, no. It took us a while to notice, but, they weren’t seen together for a week or so. Adam, in fact, had vanished from our society. I met him once in the halls. He was drunk and he went into his room, loudly singing a song. A couple of weeks later, he had passed out on the floor of the halls. We had to carry him to his room. His room was quite a sight. A jungle of whisky bottles and beer cans and cigarette butts! The apparent break-up had shattered him. The poor thing had taken sanctuary in alcohol. The next morning we carried his semi-comatose body to the hospital. One of his organs was severely malfunctioning due to excessive drinking. He was admitted for continuous care that day. Chances of recovery were bleak from the outset, and his poor state of mind didn’t help. A week later, he was pronounced dead.
His funeral was quite moving. There was a dark silence that hung over the room where his body was only to be broken by occasional sobs by his mother. His face was bloated and he had lost most of his hair in those few days. When his body was taken to the cemetery, his mother wept and shrieked for her son; a fine honest hardworking man, a good son and a great friend, now, gone forever.”
There was silence while I absorbed the tragedy.
My phone buzzed.
“New message from-Katherine: C u at 6 2mrw.”
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 with his girl, Katherine. After being coy for a while, he told her, and they got together. They were quite a pair of happy birds. They shared an amazing rapport. You could see it. Things were quite nice, and it seemed they would go on forever.”
“They didn’t?”
”Well, no. It took us a while to notice, but, they weren’t seen together for a week or so. Adam, in fact, had vanished from our society. I met him once in the halls. He was drunk and he went into his room, loudly singing a song. A couple of weeks later, he had passed out on the floor of the halls. We had to carry him to his room. His room was quite a sight. A jungle of whisky bottles and beer cans and cigarette butts! The apparent break-up had shattered him. The poor thing had taken sanctuary in alcohol. The next morning we carried his semi-comatose body to the hospital. One of his organs was severely malfunctioning due to excessive drinking. He was admitted for continuous care that day. Chances of recovery were bleak from the outset, and his poor state of mind didn’t help. A week later, he was pronounced dead.
His funeral was quite moving. There was a dark silence that hung over the room where his body was only to be broken by occasional sobs by his mother. His face was bloated and he had lost most of his hair in those few days. When his body was taken to the cemetery, his mother wept and shrieked for her son; a fine honest hardworking man, a good son and a great friend, now, gone forever.”
There was silence while I absorbed the tragedy.
My phone buzzed.
“New message from-Katherine: C u at 6 2mrw.”
I love it!!! Extreme but nicely written.
ReplyDeleteAnubhav! I got reminded of O'Henry short stories. :D
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