Time pause

It took me a long time to pen down this new blog post.

Though, its rough draft was completed long ago, I could not find the energy and enthusiasm required.
Whether the world has really changed or it’s my hands who are not allowing me to write.

There are some things that go unnoticed. We are blind to it because they are so ordinary. And we miss the tremendous beauty they possess and the immense life they have.

This story is about an ordinary college going couple, perhaps I should say, a post-graduation college couple. This is the time when the maturity arises and the divinity of love struggles with the practicality of life and the other mean ideas.

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Her tastes changed in past few weeks. And so did her mood. Once, a cheerful soul now turned into a stoic behavioral sedate. Though this change was not in her nature, she thrust it upon herself. The artificialness, killing her. A Scotch lover, turned a teetotaler and hot coffee lover. Agatha reader into a Kafka admirer, a rap listener to a NFAK fan, listening qawwalis (if you know what I mean).

She shared her apartment with two other girls. They were nice to her. They all were psychology students. But, studies can’t teach everything! Somethings are to be learnt only from experience, betrayal or maybe both.

Hot coffee was prepared by one of her friend when she was detangling the cord of her earphones. As if, by doing this she would be able to 'detangle' her entangled relationship. Hope is fatal disease. And she was very much 'suffering' from it.

She was browsing the playlist anonymously. Suddenly, phone rang. Her eyes sparked as if she was waiting for this call only. Holding her breath, she picked up the call. Conversation started happily but soon moved to same prosaic topics. None of them was speaking what they really wanted to or what they should have, in order to save their drowning relationship. Rather, they were speculating how happily the other one is living.

No one was to blame. Blame should be on time only. Both wanted to say something but they were resisting themselves.

           

                     अना (ego) बा-जिद है के रूठने वाले को जाने दो

कोई अन्दर से कहता है के मना लेते तो अच्छा था

Both were expecting 'the three words' which would melt the coldness of their relationship. Sometimes, by speaking few words one can free himself from guilt. The burden of unspoken words cant be borne for long. Freedom is close to silence but it is not the silence itself.

Meanwhile, the coffee lying near her was getting cold. She continued to detangle the cord but now with some agony. There were days when she use to play with cord with her fingers smilingly, while talking on phone but this times she was neither playing nor smiling. Monotonous talks continued. Both were tired of bearing the burden of unspoken words, so they preferred to remain silent.

The last thing I remember was, one of them uttered the three magical words (which you should speculate by yourselves). And finally the “Ice melted”. There was silence again but this time, it was the silence of peace. Silence of completeness. Time stood still. The time period in which the coffee turned cold and a severely entangled chord detangled and the snow of relationship melted was all same.

They were breathing fast. Time stood still only for these two people in the entire universe. The world was same as before but the two souls were not the same.

The call was disconnected after sometime. A friend of her asked for earphones. She thought for some moment and reluctantly gave her earphones. When she came to her senses, she tried to figure out why she took time to give earphones. The time pause in which some memories awoke was the time she took in passing earphones.

A friend of her reminded her of coffee that got cold. She asked her if she should prepare a new cup for her. But she denied, saying “yes, the coffee is turning cold because the snow melted”. Giving her earphones she got up smilingly.

Other perhaps couldn’t understand what she said but we do perhaps.