Friday, September 30, 2005

Forbidden

He saw the leaves being swept off their feet and flying towards him. In an instant he felt a shudder going through his body. The flight of the leaves had served a warning. He should have been prepared. Damn September cold, he muttered. He composed himself and looked lovingly at her. Surprisingly, she seemed unaffected by the breeze. She was covered in black, and it always set his heart aflutter to see her so. He could feel his heart beat faster. The anticipation, the excitement was killing him. He loved these moments. Bitter-sweet, tender, careless, expectant. A lifetime rolled into the space of a few minutes. He wrapped his hand around her. Her breath came out in wisps of smoke that rose a few inches and vanished. She was warm and inviting. Her touch invigorated him. He soared above the ground in that feeling, not knowing where earth started and the sky ended. He knew then that this was special. Special because it would always feel this way, every time, until the last. The wind howled. He woke up from his reverie. His heart skipped a beat again. Is it criminal to want something you can’t have? Is it impossible to stop? Is it not permitted for a man to be weak? Follow your heart. Isn’t that what they say? He knew he couldn’t have her forever and that ripped his heart into two. Time to take a stance. Time to be a man, he thought. His forehead shrunk with a frown and he turned to her. She looked back at him blankly, as if to say, ‘it’s your call’. He considered what his friends told him. “You will be destroyed for good. She is poison. She will ruin your life.” Just one last time, he said. It’s a pact. He pulled her closer to his lips. No more after this, he muttered. Moments flew and ecstasy reigned. He closed his eyes in contentment and the sad realization that it was over, for good. He opened them again and turned around to look at the windows of his balcony. The reflection stared back at him, questioningly, understandingly. He gazed back at it. A man of 40, who just had his last cup of coffee.

13 comments:

sd said...

:-) I knew it was going to be something else - but somehow never figured it to be a cup of coffee! Nice!

aparna said...

yeah, me neither! i thought it would be alcohol or some such thing, but thats such a cliche! nice! :D

Geetanjali said...

Hehe, as I read this I was bristling up at the cliche of her being poison and dressed in black...so much so that when I reached the final cliche, all I could do was smile :-)

PS Thanks for the bday wishes!

Niranjan said...

amazing!. Gullibly read along till the last line .. and then had to read the post again for the subtle clues!. Excellent flow of words.

Parth said...

Nice to know not everyone thought this was a cliched story. One of these days, I'll finish the passion play without a twist in the end. Now, that would be a twist! Thanks for the encouragement.

OMG said...

Talk about dressing up coffee! Nice touch. Dont leave the twists out, unless you absolutely must. :)

Sikhar said...

Great work. You have a real way with words. Keep up the good work :)

Meenal Mehta said...

lovely , like everyone else i thought he was perhaps ending a passionate but sordid affair

TTG said...

I shall wait until I hit 40. I think this post will be more effective then ;-). In the meantime, "One Tall White Chocolate Mocha, PLEASE!"

TTG said...

You've been tagged

RTD2 said...

You've been tagged by me too!

Meenal Mehta said...

oh no...i am the 3rd one telling you that you have been tagged by me also ....:-)

shreya said...

hey! just wondering which work of Seth's you picked the rhyme from...you know, the one with "mujhse pehli si" on your blog...