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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Intensity

Yet.. Yet.. a lifetime of love in four months. His tall, lanky almost gawky body not withstanding, the loose checkered shirt that hungover his body almost like a shirt on a hanger not withstanding, they had cuddled. They fought a silent battle - words were used. Finger nails dug deep inside without making a whimper of a mark. They had fought, he over her insecurities, she over her his lack of care. It was a match gone wrong from the letter A - he said. She stood there - the love saga that she never knew the beginning of, never knew the ending of, that would continue through her life. There would'nt be any pain, any jubliation there and he wouldn't be there either. Yet she knew it would exist a lifetime.

6 comments:

Saya said...

wow.. Love the way this is written..

Saya said...

Do drop by and read this

http://outofthebluee.blogspot.com/2009/03/othigai-rehearsal.html

Sachita said...

Thanks,Saya.

I read that, well written, is the context the same?

Saya said...

Yes :-)Though carefully generalised.

UL said...

Very nice, short and intense like you describe...have to say i read it a few times, somehow drawn to her emotions...thanks for stopping by my space too, I am very irregular when it comes to creativity, feel free to stop by at my day-today ramblings if you get a chance...follow my name and it will take you there...

Sachita said...

Thanks, UL. This is probably going to remain my only creative work!