Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Tell Me Your Story

While we lie down together on the light creases of bedsheet. I have never liked creases. And I would never do. But when you tell me your story, there is not a thing in this world which can strip me off the attention. I lie close to you, our heads touching slightly, as you whisper your story in my ear. I listen raptly. My arms are stretched upright in the blackness, with a slight bend and fingers dance artlessly, the way I do a lot, while my mind tries to picture your words and the people living in those words, giving them countenances and enlivening them in the nicest manner. 

So tell me more.

Tell me the things which made you the happiest when you were as young as five, the fears, the inhibitions which you had and how you nipped them off as you grew up, the dormant moments of embarrassment which nobody else knows or remembers apart from you. Those cute little lies, those wicked ideas which popped in your head almost all the time. Share with me how you spent the evenings when you were young and alone, a lifetime ago. What kept you busy, I would so love to know. How you devised new pranks and how you executed them. I want to know it all. I want to laugh with you till my stomach hurts and hear the subtle confluence of our echoes. So tell me your story.

The labyrinth of adventures and misadventures, the snippets of love and hate, the unfathomable bouts of melancholy and the ethereal moments of breaking free, the times you failed to devolve coherence out of life, and the times of incessant rush of butterflies in your stomach.

Tell me as we sit here in the sun and I tilt my head slightly to the right, resting the temple on the palm of my hand because I'm so engrossed in those words pouring out of your mouth, those profound and resonating words. I want to keep them with me, some place surreptitiously close so that I can read them again and again. I'm so engrossed in your story that I forget about the hot tea which has been sitting amidst us, for a while. It has lost its steam and now rests still, like a warrior without his armor. You stop for a while to tell me that my eyes are glinting like a kid's. You stop, to push back a few strands of hair hanging with svelte along my left cheek. I smile.

Tell me your story.

And maybe I could be a part of it too. When you struggle in times of making delicate decisions, I could share my thoughts with you. When after an infinitely long day of hopelessness, you come home, I could make you lie on my lap and move my hands smoothly through your hair. When you are in one of the happy moments of your life, I could be there and be a part of your happiness or even better, I could be the reason lurking behind your happiness. Or in those times when you stay up all night and cry to yourself. I could be there to offer you a shoulder. And hush you back to sleep. And silently, I would watch your eyeballs move to and fro as you dream and a smile would slyly place itself on my lips. You'd snore and I would smile a little more.



And years later, when you are old, with grey hair and a fragile body and would sit with your children, your beautiful daughter and handsome son, tell them about me. Would you? About my idiosyncrasies, about my veiled passions, about my habit to make my fingers dance artlessly in the air, about the glint in my eyes and about the sound of my giggle. Because that day my story would begin.

From you.

In your words.
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33 comments:

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    1. Wait, you still remember my name ? :O
      Great. :D

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    2. Haha.. Of course! And what made you think I won't??

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    3. Umm, I haven't been blogging much lately and also haven't been commmenting also. So, I thought I slowly faded off from people's memory. :P
      Guess I was wrong. Thanks, btw for still remembering. :D

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    4. I cherish all my readers, both old and new. :)

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    5. Awesome.
      Good to know that I am one among them. :D

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  2. the way you use your words is beautiful...it stays with the reader...

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    1. That is so kind of you Pratikshya. :)

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    2. Read this once again... mesmerized.. !! once again!!

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  3. :D Uff, I couldn't stop smiling. You are one person, who's book I would love to read, the moment it's out. You are my type of writer! :-*

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    1. Aw!!! You make me so happy. How do you always do it?

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  4. It's so beautifully written. You're so good in this, Mirage. I enjoyed your story. :)

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    1. I'm so glad you liked it. Thank you! :)

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  5. "The labyrinth of adventures and misadventures, the snippets of love and hate, the unfathomable bouts of melancholy and the ethereal moments of breaking free, the times you failed to devolve coherence out of life, and the times of incessant rush of butterflies in your stomach."

    that, gosh it's perfect.

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  6. fascinating detail in this piece of prose - love it!

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    1. You're really kind with your words. Thank you!

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  7. This.Breathtaking. 'nuff said!

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  8. MY GOD!!!! I got goosebumps!!!
    The way you so beautifully wrote what every woman wants to be a part of and live ...if beyond amazing!!
    You made me get old and die and write "HAPPILY EVER AFTER" at the last page of my story.

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    1. Awww!!! That is soooooo sweet of you.

      Yay.. Thank you!

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  9. This post has been selected for the Spicy Saturday Picks this week. Thank You for an amazing post! Cheers! Keep Blogging :)

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    1. Wow!!! Thanks a bunch you guys.. :)

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  10. The way you express all these sensations with wOrds,,,.it's breathtaking... lovely post

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    1. Hi Ivette

      Thank you for such a sweet comment.. :)

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