Fiction
She put the phone down and went inside to tidy her hairdo. The newly weds were waiting outside their house and she was to do the honours of giving them a traditional welcome; what was called the 'gruhapravesam' in one too many languages.
When she ascended the stairs and saw the newly married couple all tensed and apprehensive, she decided to calm their frayed nerves by giving them her best Aunt Agony smile. She chit-chatted with the man for a minute, only to figure out that he was as tongue tied as the dame next to him. She stepped forward, held her hand out to congratulate the young girl on her wedding. A pale, lithe yet warm hand came forward and held hers as if holding a flower, oh so delicately. The effect was however almost immediate, sending shock waves rippling down the steel nerves in her. She did not know what to say, but smiled a weak smile and headed inside.
She completed the rest of the welcome in a zombie like manner. She was getting quite used to the feeling anyways. It was...zombie like. She parted company soon afterwards taking giant strides to cover the distance back to her house. Once in her safe zone, she stumbled towards her bedroom, turned on the light, fell backwards on her bed and gazed upwards wondering...How long?? How long had it been since she saw a face of innocence? How long had it been since she had connected with that particular state of mind?
She pictured herself as the 22 year old she once was. The starry eyed young woman, with dreams to dream of, life to live and work to do. Oh yes, that starry eyed woman had a certain shyness and a sweet innocence to her. But, boy, the quickest lesson she had learnt in life, was giving these two qualities up, if she needed to survive.
She stared at the ceiling as tears trickled downwards unbeknownst to her. She did not even begin to reason with her tear glands, but continued staring upwards. In the dim light somewhere in the middle of the night, she realized why she was welling up. She wanted to get back to being that young girl who had once walked into a house filled with strangers and consequently made it home. Just this time, she wanted to retain those two emotions, she had so willingly given up to get to where she was now. She wanted the demure coyness back. She wanted the lush innocence back. She wanted her life back.
Song: Requiem for a Dream (OST - by Clint Mansell)
Mood: Weirded out
She put the phone down and went inside to tidy her hairdo. The newly weds were waiting outside their house and she was to do the honours of giving them a traditional welcome; what was called the 'gruhapravesam' in one too many languages.
When she ascended the stairs and saw the newly married couple all tensed and apprehensive, she decided to calm their frayed nerves by giving them her best Aunt Agony smile. She chit-chatted with the man for a minute, only to figure out that he was as tongue tied as the dame next to him. She stepped forward, held her hand out to congratulate the young girl on her wedding. A pale, lithe yet warm hand came forward and held hers as if holding a flower, oh so delicately. The effect was however almost immediate, sending shock waves rippling down the steel nerves in her. She did not know what to say, but smiled a weak smile and headed inside.
She completed the rest of the welcome in a zombie like manner. She was getting quite used to the feeling anyways. It was...zombie like. She parted company soon afterwards taking giant strides to cover the distance back to her house. Once in her safe zone, she stumbled towards her bedroom, turned on the light, fell backwards on her bed and gazed upwards wondering...How long?? How long had it been since she saw a face of innocence? How long had it been since she had connected with that particular state of mind?
She pictured herself as the 22 year old she once was. The starry eyed young woman, with dreams to dream of, life to live and work to do. Oh yes, that starry eyed woman had a certain shyness and a sweet innocence to her. But, boy, the quickest lesson she had learnt in life, was giving these two qualities up, if she needed to survive.
She stared at the ceiling as tears trickled downwards unbeknownst to her. She did not even begin to reason with her tear glands, but continued staring upwards. In the dim light somewhere in the middle of the night, she realized why she was welling up. She wanted to get back to being that young girl who had once walked into a house filled with strangers and consequently made it home. Just this time, she wanted to retain those two emotions, she had so willingly given up to get to where she was now. She wanted the demure coyness back. She wanted the lush innocence back. She wanted her life back.
Song: Requiem for a Dream (OST - by Clint Mansell)
Mood: Weirded out
Labels: Fiction
posted by Ladywriter at 9:42 PM
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