life, lime and lemons

if life gives you lemons, make lemonade, find someone whose life gives you vodka, and have a party

On either side of the door July 21, 2008

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He walked out of the room. Left her standing in the middle of a conversation.

Left her wondering if it was anger or his disgust with her that forced him to leave. She wondered if she should call out to him. What was the point, anyway? She knew this was the end. She had to leave. They had to stop being “they” anymore. She returned to her packing. Her things were thrown all across the room. The bed. The dressing table. The chair. The desk. Maybe this was what pissed him off. He didnt like a mess anywhere. He must be glad that she wouldnt be around to mess up his life anymore. As she surveyed the mess around the room, it hit her. A wierd kind of pain. A pain, physical yet not really physical. Doubled over with pain, she couldnt believe something that had been so good, could hurt so much. She remembered the Sooz’s words from a night of intoxication. “……life is so good rite now, i’m shit scared the universe is goin to present a magnificiently scary bill…….” She now understood what the Sooz was saying then. She pulled herself together……no! she wouldnt let him see her this way. She may have broken her heart but she was not walking out with a broken ego.

The doorbell rang then. The taxi had arrived.

He walked out of the room. He bumped his head on the new shelves she had put in the doorway for his books. He didnt care at that point of time. He knew it was important for him to put in some distance between them. His eyes had welled up with tears at the sight of her packing. He couldnt remember the last time he had actually cried. Probably not since he turned a teen. His chest hurt. He wondered if it was possible to get a heart attack because you were sad. No….this was beyond sad. This was much stronger than him. He wasnt sure if he would be able to fight it…… if he would ever be able to get over it…… to stand up to it. He did realise there was no option. Seeing her pack, he realised that she had made up her mind. They had both decided it would be brief. He had assumed she had the felt the change …… the shift that had occured during the recent past. Drawing in ragged abrupt deep breaths, he willed his heart and mind into control. She would not see him like this. He promised himself. He wont let her know what a sap he was. He had an ego to protect after all.

The dooorbell rang then. The taxi had arrived.


4 Responses to “On either side of the door”

  1. Rajtilak Bhattacharjee Says:

    it’s a nice one…really a nice one…thanks for the post 🙂

  2. Anil P Says:

    Lovely evocative post.

  3. churningthewordmill Says:

    N, i need to read ur stuff…just been too short of time…will do so when i get back frm nagpur..pucca se

  4. Does it matter Says:

    Liked this very much

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