Thursday, July 21, 2005

Twilight Cadenza

The waves lapped onto each other creating unequal music, racing to redemption, hoping to touch her feet before they died out. She played truant, running in towards them, only to run away from them at the last moment, leading them to an end on a heap of moist sand. There was no malfeasance in her heart, no sadistic tendencies. Four year old girls aren’t rogues. Her face glowed like a million suns nurturing a spark, the fluidity of her motion enhanced by her gay abandon.

They sat a few feet away from her, watching over her carefully, looking out for her. It had always been their favorite place. Their own cove, their private haven, their cherished haunt. Seven years seemed a long time back. A chance encounter at a party, a memorable courtship, marriage and three years later, the birth of their daughter. All through this, they treasured this place. It seemed like the one constant in their lives. They would come frequently, always hearing the first whispers of the evening when they walked into the beach, always watching the sun go down in a blaze of glory, always waiting till they had reached a peace where neither spoke. It was not surprising that their daughter had taken a liking to this place too. It was not surprising that they chose to come here one final time. There were however no words today. The blue sky held no charms for them, the on-rush of waves mere cacophony. The place was breaking up, the waves washing over them in spurts of despair, the sun was burning up the threads that joined them, the sand irritated them with its coarseness. The constant was shattering, abruptly, just like the vase their daughter dropped last week in their bedroom.

It just happened, without warning, without a fight. The acrimony, the betrayal, the apathy, the demands, the refusal, all was past them. They had simply given up. Two individuals without the will to fight. Two people who had seen their present and had decided that it was too ugly to let it render the future apart. In the end, it didn’t matter who was at fault. In the end, it didn’t matter that they tried to make up and failed. In the end, all that mattered was that they had reached a point of no return. Life had come a full circle. They were back where they started

She would always sit to his right, holding his arm like a child, letting her hair drop on her shoulders because he liked it, listening to his voice as he spoke of his dreams. It had to happen here. Now they sat, few feet apart, not talking, not listening, not looking at each other.

The next wave was rushing up to the little girl. She giggled, as all little girls do and waved at her parents. They didn’t wave back. They were watching her, but only by instinct. Indeed, their mind was elsewhere. They looked at the waves instead. Waves that met in a rush, reached a crescendo, created music, surged forward, lost their way and died at her feet. The sun had finally set.

15 comments:

RTD2 said...

So much is said when things are left unsaid..whether it's the couple on the beach, or the writer leaving the story of what happened to our imagination! Nice writing..good departure from your usual!

sd said...

Real nice writing. Enjoyed it.

Ragini said...

Very Nice !!!

Avinash said...

Why so morbid? Write something fun and nice which makes everyone happy. Life has it's share of sadness and frustration anyway. Some respite would be good.

Meenal Mehta said...

cadenza ..lovely word..Iam thinking about the frame of mind in which it was written ...

all well in the kingdom?

Parth said...

All's well in everyone's kingdom. I just wanted to write a really short short story. Always found it challenging. Avinash, I write fun and nice things all the time. Surely there's more to life than that. Meenal, perfect frame of mind. Just a creative writer at work.

Parth said...

BTW Avinash, seems like you need to see a few Bollywood movies :-) You'll get all the respite you want

aparna said...

very nice parth!! your writer's block is indeed over! and yes, thats a new word for me, cadenza, striking, really like the 'en' and 'za' in it! :-)

Raman said...

Beautiful post. Especially loved the sunset metaphor. Briliantly done.

Your post evokes nostalgia but of a different kind of love - friendship. When in college, our "gang" invariably frequented the marina beach in chennai during weekends. The last time we met as a whole gang was when some friends started towards the U.S. for furthering their education.

Then, the others including me started leaving on paths that life lay before us. Our lives have distanced so much that when three of the nine in our little coterie met in Jan at the same marina beach, the whole beach seemed deserted. Maybe, it was the aftermath of the tsunami or maybe it was just our hearts!

Parth said...

Raman, here's something more relevant for you

http://parthp.blogspot.com/2004/08/achingly-perfect.html

Luckily, we are still in touch even with our lives drifting apart.

RS said...

Oh my...you paint a haunting yet beautiful picture...reminded me of my own feeble attempt at a similar story :)

Akruti said...

"Life had come a full circle. They were back where they started" Indeed they were abck where they started,but is there a hope now? will they ever try again for a better tomorrow?
The short story left me silent and with a hollowness in my heart:)

phucker said...

Wow, nice stuff. But I have to take Avinash's side: As the Great Bono once sang(I'm repeating a recent blog intro):

Every artist is a cannibal,
Every poet is a thief.
All kill their inspiration,
and sing about the grief....

. shradha said...

real nice one ...

here r some more random thots bout life ...

Unfinished symphonies, unattended choirs
Unlooked for pastures, unnamed flowers
Unambiguous fragrances coming from directions untold
Untold mysteries that legends unfold

Unleashing their fury onto the untamed oceans
Unneeded reasons, unpaved paths ... ... ... ...

http://sshradha.blogspot.com/2005/01/as-i-ponder.html

Samuel Esperanza said...

+1!