the angel who never slept
Wiping the tears hastily , she reached for the tissues on the rack. She heard the door open.It was him. She ran to the bed and pulled the blanket to cover herself completely. She was always scared of him and it was this fear that evoked love and passion for him in her lonely heart.
She heard him in the room. The movements always the same. Open the cuboard for the dress, throw it to the bed, remove the watch, place the mobile for charging, switch on the television, take the dress and walk to the changing room- 2 mins and he is back, open the drawer, finding the cigarette box, sound of lighter and the smoke fills the room.She cant sleep with the cigarette smell. But it was this cigarette smell that made her linger around him for a stained kiss.
She tried hard to pretend the sleep trying to hide the tired , kajal stained eyes .He hates anyone crying but she cant sleep without seeing him. A day without seeing him will kill her. She was addicted to him. The only one of the many other addictions that kept her depressed and lonely.
Carefully turning around and pulling the end of the blanket down she peeped out to see him. He was sitting on the bean bag and watching the news channel. He was lighting the second cigarette. She coughed and there he turned. " Is the volume high? Did i wake you up? " he asked.She loved his eyes. But it started reading they dont love her anymore .
"No. But why were so late today? It is 1 am" , she got herself out of the blanket and sat on the bed.
"Work"
"It was my birthday. I waited the whole day for your call. Thought you will remember and we could go out for dinner"
"oh...i was busy with work. good you reminded me now. It is my cousin's birthday too. let me call him. you get back to sleep now".
Fighting against the pain, hatred and anger she held the rosary close to her chest praying not to wake up the next morning.But she could never sleep.
How i wish she could sleep for once never to wake up again.
now playing:how to save a life(the fray)
She heard him in the room. The movements always the same. Open the cuboard for the dress, throw it to the bed, remove the watch, place the mobile for charging, switch on the television, take the dress and walk to the changing room- 2 mins and he is back, open the drawer, finding the cigarette box, sound of lighter and the smoke fills the room.She cant sleep with the cigarette smell. But it was this cigarette smell that made her linger around him for a stained kiss.
She tried hard to pretend the sleep trying to hide the tired , kajal stained eyes .He hates anyone crying but she cant sleep without seeing him. A day without seeing him will kill her. She was addicted to him. The only one of the many other addictions that kept her depressed and lonely.
Carefully turning around and pulling the end of the blanket down she peeped out to see him. He was sitting on the bean bag and watching the news channel. He was lighting the second cigarette. She coughed and there he turned. " Is the volume high? Did i wake you up? " he asked.She loved his eyes. But it started reading they dont love her anymore .
"No. But why were so late today? It is 1 am" , she got herself out of the blanket and sat on the bed.
"Work"
"It was my birthday. I waited the whole day for your call. Thought you will remember and we could go out for dinner"
"oh...i was busy with work. good you reminded me now. It is my cousin's birthday too. let me call him. you get back to sleep now".
Fighting against the pain, hatred and anger she held the rosary close to her chest praying not to wake up the next morning.But she could never sleep.
How i wish she could sleep for once never to wake up again.
now playing:how to save a life(the fray)
posted by the rain tree | 11:45 AM
7 Comments:
Started into serious writing now? ;)
jeez, what was that?
nice piece of writing, though.
is forgeting dates that big an offense? i dont think so.
Dont burst the bubble even if it is. I'll be dead.
:)
speechless!!!
excellent narration...
In the words of St. Francis of Assisi, "God, please give me the strength to change what I can change, the courage to accept what I cannot, and the wisdom to know the difference."
@ deepak:just for a break! :P
@toothless: look closer. its not just forgeting dates...
@ karthik: thanks ya :)
@anon: :)
is love not reciprocated really worth the pains???i wonder... but still sometimes emotions take over logics..
@ rosh:it never is and ALWAYS emotions take over logic. isnt love all about that??? i only wish she could hate to love him one day
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