Thursday, June 24, 2010

Stasis

The tap was dripping water with the comprehension of one who possesses a sense of rhythm. The laya was vilambit, Arun would have said. Arun knew all about rhythms. Arun knew a lot about everything. Arun would have surely said that, and much more. But Arun hadn’t said anything for the past year, thought Vishruti, sitting crouched at the other end of the bathtub, watching the tap release water with unerring accuracy. Tulips smiled at her, mockingly, through the photo frame across the wall. Her neatly stacked array of shampoos, promising her vibrant, bouncy, radiant hair teased her from their vantage point on the edge of the bathtub. Her hair, tousled, tangled, fell over her shoulder and covered her right hand. Her eyes, swollen, empty, soulless, stared into the vast emptiness in front of her. The answering machine was pretending to be her ears, taking in the pleas of her parents to call back, trying their perfunctory daily call in the hope that she would pick it up. They were worried, especially today. A year since Arun’s death. A year since a promise of a lifetime together was broken. All that was left behind was a life derailed, and a woman, trapped in the amber of an unfulfilled pledge. “Is there such a thing as too much love?”, she wondered, catching a glimpse of herself as she lowered the shiny new blade to her wrist.

10 comments:

Vidya said...

Is there ever such a thing as too much woe?

Parth said...

@Vidya: Where there is too much love, there is too much woe :)

Sneha said...

"The laya was vilambit" - you took me back to my Kathak classes :-)

Parth said...

@Sneha: I got that from my tabla background :)

Pallavi said...

Who needs to read when one can write so beautifully (referring fb status)?!

Parth said...

@Pallavi: Thanks so much. Your comment made my day :)

Sneha said...

You're the epitome of versatility... Reading, writing, movies, Tabla, music, quizzing, sports... and I'm sure much more that I'm unaware of!

Parth said...

@Sneha: Thanks for the generous compliments. In actuality though, it is Jack of all trades and master of none :)

Ankit said...

'a woman, trapped in the amber of an unfulfilled pledge.'

This is quite poignant... Very well written piece.

Parth said...

@Ankit: Thanks!