Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Notes

The dinner table is being set at a certain rhythm. The green porcelain and cutlery carefully juxtaposed, the smells of the meal gently waft in from the kitchen. He was on his reading chair, smoking. She was doing odd little things here and there when not stirring the pot or checking the oven.

From the corner of his eyes, he’d look at her. His woman of twenty something years. What age had done to her. She actually looks nicer by the day, he caught himself thinking.

Mozart ofcourse is playing recklessly in the background, a sonata in C major. She has the prelude playing in her head off and on, even when it wasn’t being played on the piano. She reaches over to grab something from the edge of the kitchen counter.

From the corner of her eyes, she sees a photograph in a silver frame. A picture of them from many, many years ago. From a time when they were really young, horribly truamatised by feelings of many kinds, and yet when you look at the picture, you look at two people who were so completely in love.

The meal sizzles to a completion. She sets it down on the table, and he is there filling their glasses just the way he has been for all those years together. For no particular reason, and yet for too many to put down, she smiles in her mind- and a mild reflection of that smile plays in the corners of her mouth. He catches her looking at him and gazes back.

***

The young twenty something scribbles the last few words and gazes out the window of the café. Winter is almost here, and people scuttle by looking for more comfort and warmth in the grey of their everyday being. Mozart, the sonata in C major, is playing furiously in her head. And there are all these words dancing with the divine music, some of them his words. She found herself incapable of stringing all those words together to form complete sentences. All she could focus on at that moment was the blush on his cheeks, the music in her head and the people huddling outside in their greys.

She looked behind her at the rest of the café, for a teeny moment. All kinds of people seated and having discussions of every other kind over whatever caught their fancy for that moment. The guy at the far corner caught her eyes. She drew back into her world, where there were words and notes for company. And photographs of happy people squinting in the sun, radiating back each other’s warmth.

There was this feeling they shared, and both of them knew it. Like how only certain pianos respond to your touch among a whole lot, among a galaxy of choices. They had that- that dish without a name, that tune without a beginning or an end.

She uncrossed her legs, crossed them back and washed down the thoughts with the rest of the coffee. The cup was stained a colour of nude in the shaped of her lips. She cupped her hands over her ears, careful not to let in the sounds of the outside world, let the music play on in that very schizotypal way.

***

If I were to rip this sheet off my scratch pad and give it to you, if I told you that you’re the guy in there, that this is the sum of things I really want, making that meal for you twenty years from now, would you give it to me? Oh, would you?

9 Comments:

At Thursday, 13 March, 2008, Blogger RamaDrama said...

Reading this was Pure Joy like taking a complete dip in fresh Hawaii-an waters, losing oneself in the nuances of the environment!

Good to be back in Blogworld and visit your abode.I have tagged you..Do it if you feel like it! Hope everything is going great on your side!

 
At Wednesday, 19 March, 2008, Blogger A Muser said...

You captured that intimacy of sharing everyday life we all yearn for. I thought this post flowed well into the next one, like both were part of a similar dreamlike state. Is that what you intended?

 
At Monday, 07 April, 2008, Blogger Leela said...

Lovely!

 
At Friday, 25 April, 2008, Anonymous Anonymous said...

The little things from everyday life grow in size and value with time. You have captured it beautifully in words.

 
At Thursday, 22 May, 2008, Blogger Full Of Life said...

Really beautifully written! Its been a while since I read something like this!

 
At Monday, 26 May, 2008, Blogger Crimson Shimmer said...

Like a river that flows from the mountain to the sea :)

 
At Monday, 26 May, 2008, Anonymous Anonymous said...

what a lovely post, prat. how come i missed this! beautiful.

(minor crib: some heavy words don't really go well with the flow, if you know what i mean. but then that's just a personal opinion)

good to see you back (even tho it was 2 months back)

cheers,
asuph

 
At Sunday, 20 July, 2008, Blogger cry freedom said...

reading your work cheers me up. but i've been waiting for five months now.

 
At Thursday, 30 October, 2008, Blogger Arunima said...

amazing!

 

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