*Perfect Bliss* ~ Short Story ~ There are days when no matter how much you want to do something, you just dont find anything; nothing. That is exactly what I am going through. With college exams finished and the flow of patients minimised, I had nothing much to do. These are the days I hate to face because theres nothing that can hold my attention and forbid my mind from going back to the past; to my past; to the past I dread. You are just a selfish woman. A woman who keeps her dream up front without even caring for the people who love you. You know why you are so lonely?? Because all you know is to take love but not to give love. I am leaving you for good. I had enough of your attitude and I have lost all my patience in dealing with you. Dishaan shouted at the top of his voice and left the room, slamming the door behind him. I had no words to say to him. I know I should have said something that would show him how much I loved him and cared for him but I just had no words left. Strangely enough there were even no tears left anymore. My eyes were dry; it just hurt a lot because of lack of sleep. And so I curled up in the sofa and went to a dreamless sleep. A sleep where there was no light, no hope for a brighter and better day. A sleep from which I never wanted to wake up. But I did. After two hours I did wake up and found myself all alone in that 2BHK flat, without anyone to talk to or just look at. All I had were some photographs and a huge television. It has been ten years since that episode and I am still in the same juncture of my life. The same 2BHK falt, the same television set, the same photographs adoring the walls, the same wall paint, the same sofa, everything. Unable to take in the grief anymore, I made my way out of the flat and to the nearby mall for some fresh air and even new things that could make my house look new and different and new. Strolling along the different shops, I found nothing that could captivate my attention, that could help me and my house look different, feel the lost bliss. Somewhere far I heard a sweet, melodious, enchanting voice. A voice that was magical, one that somehow soothed my grieving soul. I turned around to see who it was. And there right infront of my eyes stood the person whom once I had loved and grieving still over his departure. He stood infront of a Ladies Garment Shop alongwith a little girl by his side. The girl engrossed in playing with her toy while he was going through his phone. Somehow the sight did not cause me pain, neither was I angry. I was, in reality, calm and composed. I waited a little longer to see for whom he was waiting for. And just after some time a tall and slender woman with long lock of hair came out of the shop. She was holding too many bags in her hand than she could actually afford. Seeing her struggling with the bags he offered to take half of it and they made their way to another store. I stood where I was looking at his disappearing figure, thinking how he had accused me of never loving him enough, of how I was selfish, but now here I was ten years later alone and still in love with him whereas he had had another family. Smiling at his loss of never having me by his side, I made my way to an interior designing shop for a complete renovation of my house and myself.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 08:48:25 +0000
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