(1)
At 11.59 PM, he
leaned over to kiss her. With his eyes closed and lips quivering, all the years
spent with the anguish of being on the fringes, leading to this, flashed in his
mind. This was his moment to seize.
At 00.00, she
raised on her toes, reached for his face and gave him a peck on the
cheek.
And suddenly,
January 1, turned into any other day of the year.
There are still 365
days in this year, he thought to himself.
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(2)
At 11.59 PM, he
looked around the house once again making sure that it was just two of them.
It's been years since the kids' room was vacant but he hadn't got used to it.
He leaned over to kiss her. With his eyes closed and lips quivering, he felt
anxious just like the first time they had kissed. 30 years of marriage had
turned them into familiar strangers.
At 00.00, she
raised on her toes, reached for his face and gave him a peck on the
cheek.
And suddenly,
January 1, turned into any other day of the year.
There are still 365
days in this year, he thought to himself.
........................................................................................................................................................................
(3)
At 11.59 PM, he
clenched tightly to his walker, tested the strength of his creaking bones to
the maximum, stood up, and walked to her bed. With his eyes closed and lips
quivering, he held her hand in his and kissed her.
When medical
science has failed, it's his gestures that will wake her up, from the
vegetative state, he believed.
She didn't.
And suddenly, January
1, turned into any other day of the year.
There are still 365 days in this year, he thought to himself.
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There are still 365 days in this year, he thought to himself.
Life! A beautiful post, Prateek. I love the second fiction. There is so much depth in it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Saru. The idea of how love changes or evolves with age, has always fascinated me. I think I will write one more post on this :).
DeleteThe second story is by my friend ARA, who I credited.
Looking forward to read it. You know what's more fascinating these days to me, what goes into the mind of the author, how he comes with the idea.
DeleteI think I liked the third one more. There is still so much hope.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your feedback :)
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Remarkable... it is so abstract yet so detailed... masterpiece..
ReplyDeleteLife and love are both abstract, with no explanations and sometimes even logic!
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Prateek this was beautiful! I loved the transition and emotions in the three pieces!
ReplyDeleteThanks Aditi. The idea was to show transition but part of me believe that these could be concurrent stories too :)
Deletethat was very touching...a few weeks back i painted something like that depicting life and stages, reminded me of all those feelings I had experienced while painting that work. Nice post and nice blog :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Ankita :). Always good find an artist with the same mindset. Just saw your blog and loved it...
DeleteThanks! I love your blog too :)
DeleteLife! Ahh...so long when you look into it. Yet when it's struggling on its last leg, it's just another day.
ReplyDeleteLovely blog. :)
T'was really so beautifully written ...
ReplyDeleteLoved it..♥