What follows is a work of fiction. Inspired by what I have been reading in the recent past and my feelings during said duration. This story has no purpose, no moral and no sarcastic/witty one-liners.
Its merely a situation, like any other, that has its own beauty.
And appreciating beauty as you should know by now, is an acquired taste. So dont hate, congratulate.
I've never like airports. The world insists on so much recycling. I guess those people never look at airports and see what I see. Recycled air. Recycled trays to serve food in. Recycled glasses that are proof to their seemingly genuine hospitality. Recycled paper. Recycled emotions.
But these are thoughts from another day.
Now, whilst sitting next to her , I feel no worry at the misdemeanor of the airport. I turn to look at her, find her reading a book. Doing the same thing she was doing when I first saw her. Apart from one of her hands being interlocked with mine.
Our drinks had been refilled. I smirked at how small their drinks were and how much smaller they seemed compared to my predicament with her.
There's something terribly alluring about her skin. How it was somehow smooth and dark, throughout. How the darkness inside her was both there and not there. Visibly taunting me.
How her lips moved so effortlessly to say what pleased me and then closed. Leaving me wondering when they would open again and what they would say.
It struck me now, how simply you had said it and yet with so much conviction. That what we had was not meant to last.I continue looking into your face wondering if the beauty that lies herein would answer my never-ending questions. Then again, who would?
I remember now the countless steps we took together. Our eyes locked and our thoughts seldom remaining with only one of us. I remember now, the many pizzerias we ate at. How you agreed when I said these meats were too salty and these wines too syrupy.
I remember now, how I knew your mouth watered when I mentioned Good Ol Indian food and a chilled beer.
But I wonder now if I will be able to hear your laughter in the silence that will no doubt ensue. If I can see your smile in the darkness that will blanket my life. If eating pizza again will take me back to Rome with you?But as I leave the somewhat hazy bit of my memory, and re-enter recycled our extensively recycled world; I think not.
I understand and accept that the landscapes and sceneries I will encounter in the future will have to suffice. The landscape of your body and the monuments I discovered there will forever only be a memory.
Being almost late for your flight, you left. Leaving me with only the last ever taste of your lips.
But even among sorrow and recycled air, I am sure life will go on. Like water that always returns to the river and fuel that always ends up in fire, my life too will return to Normal.
Even if that's not what I want.
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Unrelated news, I got into college. So thats a relief.
The road looks smooth now but then again, so do all roads.
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Now Listening: Bali - Shaitan
Danza Kuduro - Don Omar
Now Reading : Unaccustomed Earth - Jhumpa Lahiri
Family Matters - Rohinton Mistry
Now Feeling : Relieved
Its merely a situation, like any other, that has its own beauty.
And appreciating beauty as you should know by now, is an acquired taste. So dont hate, congratulate.
I've never like airports. The world insists on so much recycling. I guess those people never look at airports and see what I see. Recycled air. Recycled trays to serve food in. Recycled glasses that are proof to their seemingly genuine hospitality. Recycled paper. Recycled emotions.
But these are thoughts from another day.
Now, whilst sitting next to her , I feel no worry at the misdemeanor of the airport. I turn to look at her, find her reading a book. Doing the same thing she was doing when I first saw her. Apart from one of her hands being interlocked with mine.
Our drinks had been refilled. I smirked at how small their drinks were and how much smaller they seemed compared to my predicament with her.
There's something terribly alluring about her skin. How it was somehow smooth and dark, throughout. How the darkness inside her was both there and not there. Visibly taunting me.
How her lips moved so effortlessly to say what pleased me and then closed. Leaving me wondering when they would open again and what they would say.
It struck me now, how simply you had said it and yet with so much conviction. That what we had was not meant to last.I continue looking into your face wondering if the beauty that lies herein would answer my never-ending questions. Then again, who would?
I remember now the countless steps we took together. Our eyes locked and our thoughts seldom remaining with only one of us. I remember now, the many pizzerias we ate at. How you agreed when I said these meats were too salty and these wines too syrupy.
I remember now, how I knew your mouth watered when I mentioned Good Ol Indian food and a chilled beer.
But I wonder now if I will be able to hear your laughter in the silence that will no doubt ensue. If I can see your smile in the darkness that will blanket my life. If eating pizza again will take me back to Rome with you?But as I leave the somewhat hazy bit of my memory, and re-enter recycled our extensively recycled world; I think not.
I understand and accept that the landscapes and sceneries I will encounter in the future will have to suffice. The landscape of your body and the monuments I discovered there will forever only be a memory.
Being almost late for your flight, you left. Leaving me with only the last ever taste of your lips.
But even among sorrow and recycled air, I am sure life will go on. Like water that always returns to the river and fuel that always ends up in fire, my life too will return to Normal.
Even if that's not what I want.
________________________________________
Unrelated news, I got into college. So thats a relief.
The road looks smooth now but then again, so do all roads.
________________________________________
Now Listening: Bali - Shaitan
Danza Kuduro - Don Omar
Now Reading : Unaccustomed Earth - Jhumpa Lahiri
Family Matters - Rohinton Mistry
Now Feeling : Relieved
