(47 years, 8 months and 3days after the previous post.....)
Time 7:12 am
Spring has just started giving life to all the nature again. Moisture on the window glass is melting down, giving path for light into his room. No one can make out much difference if it’s his bedroom or a private dorm in the hospital. Walls, Curtains, Bed sheets, Floor everything is white. That’s how he prefers to live. Pure and Spotless. As people say, a man who wants everything in white must be pretty rich or must have never loved a woman. Coined after him it seems. He gently rolled to left as the morning light from window started to bug him. But the second snooze of his 7am alarm this time seemed much more bugging, perhaps hammering. He has retired from his services by now. Has been a privileged senior citizen everywhere. Although he feels relieved when he sees youngsters struggling for money and comfort, he is reluctant to admit he is happy or satisfied. He wants to wake up at 7 since 3years but only his clock does and screams till he turn it off by 8, 9 or 12 in the noon. Filling new batteries into it seemed much justifying to him than quitting it. Finally, woke up in deep anger upon sun, alarm, seasons, horns and everything stimulable. Just as his psychologist advised, to turn all his anger and rage into positive energy to make things happen, he channelled all his anger onto her as he knew that could always be productive. Getting on to his feet, rubbed his eyes and saw the door is shut. Walked a few steps, slowly opened it without a sound, and peeped down the railing into kitchen. Once he saw her feet down there, left the door open, came back to bed running, got burried in bed sheets and started screaming.He: COFFEEEE!!!!!
He: I said COFFEEEE, Are you dead or something over there!!!! COFFEE....
Time: 6am same day
It is still dark. Alarm started to ring. But she is already awake on her bed looking at the roof. Lost in her thoughts just as any other day. How happily they were married, How nice he was, How they used to make love....are some exclamations to start with...She laughs on their silly reasons they keep portraying to justify the world and themselves, why they are sleeping in different rooms. Snoring, Disturbed sleep, Personal hygiene, Single toilet are a few of them which they thrown up on each other as reasons at various social events. But the entire world knows just as they both know how many of those reasons are genuine deep down for a couple that fell in love at college, lived together, got married, had kids and so on. A couple of tears cleared her eyes as she tries to get up and turn off the alarm. She gets down to kitchen slowly glancing all those happy pics hung upon the wall across stair case to soon get lost in the daily routine. On any other day, she'd go running with the entire coffee set to his door, but not today.
Time: 7:29am
She is not at his door with coffee. It’s almost 15mins. He can’t hear her footsteps on the stairs. Neither he can smell his precious coffee beans getting roasted. Released a little more anger from the channel to assist his voice in screaming.
He: Where is my COFFEEEE.....You old WOMANNNN....
He: Are you DEAD....
Heard nothing from her except the cling of vassals. She is doing something but not coffee. Neither has she answered. His brain started to accelerate. All that he remembers was he denied her last night about something. How can he remember one when he denies a million things on her. So he put his robes and walked down the stairs as if he haven’t noticed anything. Got the news paper and sat comfortably on the dining table pretending as if he is reading.
She put the breakfast dish on table and left. He bent over the table and opened it giddy as a child.
He: Bread and Eggs!!!! Again!!! What are you!! A TOASTER???
She: You want milk??
He: Where is my coffee??
She: If you are so reluctant about buying coffee and grocers, I'd better be a toaster or a cooker.
Pushed the chair back, got to his feet and shouted
He: Go get ready then!!!
Walked into his room and shut the door hard. As she already knew this is gonna happen, she slowly finished her breakfast and went into her room to get ready.
Time: 8:46am
For the first time, his room seemed to be a mess. He threw everything up and down, here and there. But he already knew that he is not going to find it. He searched everywhere, entire house, even her bedroom when she was bathing, and her bathroom when she was repairing the lawn. That is why he is reluctant to go out. A little more anger channelled out. He walked till her door to try one last time.
He: Is it so damn necessary to go shopping?? What all you gonna buy anyway???
Clipping her hair, she looked at him and got swept of her feet one more time by his aura and poise. He looked so stunning and sexy in that white coat and his cologne is driving her crazy. But keeping her face nuetral, she said
She: Your medicines, your wine, your coffee beans, your cigars, your Viagra...
and she went on with irony before he said
He: Enough!! Get your keys and lock the door, come on.
He turned toward the stairs and started to get down. She came running behind, setting her scarf
She: Did you see my keys??
Couldn’t take that question straight although he tried to pretend he never visited her room.
He: No, I'd never come into that dirty room of yours.
She: Not in my room..But...
He: You lost them!!!
She: I've been searching everywhere..
He: You must've got Alzheimer’s. How can you lose keys like that? How can you be so careless!!!
She didn’t answer that but started getting down stairs. He started running after her saying
He: What we gonna do now? How we gonna lock up?
She: With your keys!!!
She almost reached the main door when he grabbed her shoulder and stopped
She: What??
He: My keys are...are...(almost said but something stopped) But it’s not safe to lock home when we lose keys rights!!!
She: Fine, let’s go get a locksmith and change the lock. Now come on and step aside. Let me close the door.
He stepped out towards her and she can feel his warmness. Suddenly she sensed he is moving too close to her. Unable to make out what he is trying to do, she turned towards him. But before she actually sees him, his lips touched her neck. It was like decades he touched her last time. She tries to pull him back but he's literally falling on to her. He was never so heavy as he felt today and she lost her balance, caught hold of a pillar next to her and she soon realized....he is falling off her...literally down...Before she figures all this has nothing to do with love or pamper, he collapsed to the floor, rolled down a couple of steps and fell on the ground with face banged into soil.
She went blank. All that she could see is him down there and complete darkness around. She couldn’t shout, unable to move. But she could hear his voice with in her (Baby, get a hold…Go call James...just go) She started to run even before she fully knew what she is doing. She rushed in, got James and called for emergency. Both of them held him tight and turned to see his face, bloodless and unconscious. Upon his request, she pulled out his coat, loosened waist and removed shoes. Before she tried to wake him up, ambulance arrived. Doctors rushed out, examined quickly, injected adrenalin, tried to wake him up, carried into the ambulance, put oxygen and shut the door upon her face requesting to keep talking and hold him conscious till they reach the hospital.
Her face turned red; eyes are filled with tears that denied to roll out. She wiped them to see him start moving gently.
His eyes, fingers shake often and she already know he is conscious. She cleared her throat to speak.
She: Why are you doing all this? You don’t want me to live peacefully or what?? Why it is always about your wishes, your health, your life...what about me!!!! Do you even care if all this happens to me??
He is laying dumb there but can hear everything she says. He would never speak when she is speaking. He wants to get all that what she says to find a catch. He throws it back so that she can talk more and more. His love for her has taken this form after all these years. For anybody else it seems he is bugging her but not to him. She held his hand over the wrist and moved towards him to speak slowly....softly...
She: Everybody says love is short lived. Did we ever believe??? Don’t you know my heart sleeps in your room every night?? I always knew your mind is filled with me. Good, bad or whatever!!! I know all you think is about me and no part of your life exists without me...Why all this drama now??? Wake up!!!
She leaned on to him to speak more softly. To whisper those things only he should listen. Her warmth and aroma has spread across him in no time and he started to feel relaxed, safe and secure. Looking straight into his eyes as if they were open, she spoke
She: Isn’t it your idea we should sleep differently?? To have a purpose in life??? To keep that fire alive of sleeping together occasionally??? You forget everything!!! You even forgot your promise. That you'd never go away and let me die in your arms one day!!! Baby, I love you. Come back now.Im alone..
She is running into tears. Trying to hold them, she hugs him all around and leaned to reach out his ear to say the one last thing that she felt missed.
She: Baby, I was just bluffing about keys. I found your keys on the couch the day you lost them. I've been waiting all these days to make you admit which I know never happens.
Time 7:12 am
Spring has just started giving life to all the nature again. Moisture on the window glass is melting down, giving path for light into his room. No one can make out much difference if it’s his bedroom or a private dorm in the hospital. Walls, Curtains, Bed sheets, Floor everything is white. That’s how he prefers to live. Pure and Spotless. As people say, a man who wants everything in white must be pretty rich or must have never loved a woman. Coined after him it seems. He gently rolled to left as the morning light from window started to bug him. But the second snooze of his 7am alarm this time seemed much more bugging, perhaps hammering. He has retired from his services by now. Has been a privileged senior citizen everywhere. Although he feels relieved when he sees youngsters struggling for money and comfort, he is reluctant to admit he is happy or satisfied. He wants to wake up at 7 since 3years but only his clock does and screams till he turn it off by 8, 9 or 12 in the noon. Filling new batteries into it seemed much justifying to him than quitting it. Finally, woke up in deep anger upon sun, alarm, seasons, horns and everything stimulable. Just as his psychologist advised, to turn all his anger and rage into positive energy to make things happen, he channelled all his anger onto her as he knew that could always be productive. Getting on to his feet, rubbed his eyes and saw the door is shut. Walked a few steps, slowly opened it without a sound, and peeped down the railing into kitchen. Once he saw her feet down there, left the door open, came back to bed running, got burried in bed sheets and started screaming.He: I said COFFEEEE, Are you dead or something over there!!!! COFFEE....
Time: 6am same day
It is still dark. Alarm started to ring. But she is already awake on her bed looking at the roof. Lost in her thoughts just as any other day. How happily they were married, How nice he was, How they used to make love....are some exclamations to start with...She laughs on their silly reasons they keep portraying to justify the world and themselves, why they are sleeping in different rooms. Snoring, Disturbed sleep, Personal hygiene, Single toilet are a few of them which they thrown up on each other as reasons at various social events. But the entire world knows just as they both know how many of those reasons are genuine deep down for a couple that fell in love at college, lived together, got married, had kids and so on. A couple of tears cleared her eyes as she tries to get up and turn off the alarm. She gets down to kitchen slowly glancing all those happy pics hung upon the wall across stair case to soon get lost in the daily routine. On any other day, she'd go running with the entire coffee set to his door, but not today.
Time: 7:29am
She is not at his door with coffee. It’s almost 15mins. He can’t hear her footsteps on the stairs. Neither he can smell his precious coffee beans getting roasted. Released a little more anger from the channel to assist his voice in screaming.
He: Where is my COFFEEEE.....You old WOMANNNN....
He: Are you DEAD....
Heard nothing from her except the cling of vassals. She is doing something but not coffee. Neither has she answered. His brain started to accelerate. All that he remembers was he denied her last night about something. How can he remember one when he denies a million things on her. So he put his robes and walked down the stairs as if he haven’t noticed anything. Got the news paper and sat comfortably on the dining table pretending as if he is reading.
She put the breakfast dish on table and left. He bent over the table and opened it giddy as a child.
He: Bread and Eggs!!!! Again!!! What are you!! A TOASTER???
She: You want milk??
He: Where is my coffee??
She: If you are so reluctant about buying coffee and grocers, I'd better be a toaster or a cooker.
Pushed the chair back, got to his feet and shouted
He: Go get ready then!!!
Walked into his room and shut the door hard. As she already knew this is gonna happen, she slowly finished her breakfast and went into her room to get ready.
Time: 8:46am
For the first time, his room seemed to be a mess. He threw everything up and down, here and there. But he already knew that he is not going to find it. He searched everywhere, entire house, even her bedroom when she was bathing, and her bathroom when she was repairing the lawn. That is why he is reluctant to go out. A little more anger channelled out. He walked till her door to try one last time.
He: Is it so damn necessary to go shopping?? What all you gonna buy anyway???
Clipping her hair, she looked at him and got swept of her feet one more time by his aura and poise. He looked so stunning and sexy in that white coat and his cologne is driving her crazy. But keeping her face nuetral, she said
She: Your medicines, your wine, your coffee beans, your cigars, your Viagra...
and she went on with irony before he said
He: Enough!! Get your keys and lock the door, come on.
He turned toward the stairs and started to get down. She came running behind, setting her scarf
She: Did you see my keys??
Couldn’t take that question straight although he tried to pretend he never visited her room.
He: No, I'd never come into that dirty room of yours.
She: Not in my room..But...
He: You lost them!!!
She: I've been searching everywhere..
He: You must've got Alzheimer’s. How can you lose keys like that? How can you be so careless!!!
She didn’t answer that but started getting down stairs. He started running after her saying
He: What we gonna do now? How we gonna lock up?
She: With your keys!!!
She almost reached the main door when he grabbed her shoulder and stopped
She: What??
He: My keys are...are...(almost said but something stopped) But it’s not safe to lock home when we lose keys rights!!!
She: Fine, let’s go get a locksmith and change the lock. Now come on and step aside. Let me close the door.
He stepped out towards her and she can feel his warmness. Suddenly she sensed he is moving too close to her. Unable to make out what he is trying to do, she turned towards him. But before she actually sees him, his lips touched her neck. It was like decades he touched her last time. She tries to pull him back but he's literally falling on to her. He was never so heavy as he felt today and she lost her balance, caught hold of a pillar next to her and she soon realized....he is falling off her...literally down...Before she figures all this has nothing to do with love or pamper, he collapsed to the floor, rolled down a couple of steps and fell on the ground with face banged into soil.
She went blank. All that she could see is him down there and complete darkness around. She couldn’t shout, unable to move. But she could hear his voice with in her (Baby, get a hold…Go call James...just go) She started to run even before she fully knew what she is doing. She rushed in, got James and called for emergency. Both of them held him tight and turned to see his face, bloodless and unconscious. Upon his request, she pulled out his coat, loosened waist and removed shoes. Before she tried to wake him up, ambulance arrived. Doctors rushed out, examined quickly, injected adrenalin, tried to wake him up, carried into the ambulance, put oxygen and shut the door upon her face requesting to keep talking and hold him conscious till they reach the hospital.
Her face turned red; eyes are filled with tears that denied to roll out. She wiped them to see him start moving gently.
His eyes, fingers shake often and she already know he is conscious. She cleared her throat to speak.
She: Why are you doing all this? You don’t want me to live peacefully or what?? Why it is always about your wishes, your health, your life...what about me!!!! Do you even care if all this happens to me??
He is laying dumb there but can hear everything she says. He would never speak when she is speaking. He wants to get all that what she says to find a catch. He throws it back so that she can talk more and more. His love for her has taken this form after all these years. For anybody else it seems he is bugging her but not to him. She held his hand over the wrist and moved towards him to speak slowly....softly...
She: Everybody says love is short lived. Did we ever believe??? Don’t you know my heart sleeps in your room every night?? I always knew your mind is filled with me. Good, bad or whatever!!! I know all you think is about me and no part of your life exists without me...Why all this drama now??? Wake up!!!
She leaned on to him to speak more softly. To whisper those things only he should listen. Her warmth and aroma has spread across him in no time and he started to feel relaxed, safe and secure. Looking straight into his eyes as if they were open, she spoke
She: Isn’t it your idea we should sleep differently?? To have a purpose in life??? To keep that fire alive of sleeping together occasionally??? You forget everything!!! You even forgot your promise. That you'd never go away and let me die in your arms one day!!! Baby, I love you. Come back now.Im alone..
She is running into tears. Trying to hold them, she hugs him all around and leaned to reach out his ear to say the one last thing that she felt missed.
She: Baby, I was just bluffing about keys. I found your keys on the couch the day you lost them. I've been waiting all these days to make you admit which I know never happens.She finally broke into tears and kissed his ear as if she wished he would hear what all she said and come back to her forever. Then, she heard his whisper, “I knew it" almost instantly. His open fingers in her palm closed tightly over her's as if they are never gonna get apart.......
Kinda boring, Kinda sad, Kinda depressed.. May be you included all the feelings about love.. Let me put it that way..
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