Melting Moments - The other Side

( Written as an offshoot of the Original Melting Moments available in the FB notes section or at this link :- http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=86057811645 please read that first)

He felt her her stare as he walked out in the rapidly diminishing light. The Air around him seemed tense and heavy, almost expectant, a fitting conclusion to the drama that had just unfolded a few moments ago. An ominous silence seemed to press around him, muting out the ambient noise, all but a dull humming as if he was deep underwater. He almost wished that he was. He wished that she would come after him, hit him and demand an explanation or an apology. Her vacant expression that followed his confession was fresh in his mind, almost haunting, seemingly waiting for him to stop and tell her that it was all a joke, a mistake or just a bad dream or alternately all of the three. He expected a scene , a showdown or a violent reaction but nothing had prepared for the empty nothing that came his way except a weight so heavy that it would haunt him for an eternity. A cold bolt of Ice seemed to have pierced his heart, one that refused to thaw or go away. He shivered slightly. The moments dragged himself and the drama unfolded in an almost unreal fashion. Nothing that she would have said would have hurt more that the look she gave. What was it? Disgust? Pain? Anger? He would never know. He had not dared to really meet her eyes. But he knew that at this moment she was crying. He reached the poolside, changed and stood poised on the diving board. He felt himself shiver as his mind whirled down memory lane.

Her long hair was the first thing that he had ever noticed and then the the warm eyes that seemed to light up the evening. A thin watery smile that just did not do her face justice had magically transformed into the most radiant one he had ever seen. Love at first sight? Hardly! But he knew that he would carry this picture in his heart for a long time. It was still vivid, warm , a moment that he would cherish as cupid and the resident devil both fought for supremacy in the confines of his head. Unfair fight really, Cupid had arrows. Duh.

Then there was that meet up at Bascillico, the blueberry cheesecake and an absurd bill that she had insisted on sharing, hence lightning his heart instead of his pocket. A long walk at Pali hill that seemed altogether too short had sealed his fate. He was smitten. A long drive down marine drive that changed everything. The first time he felt her close, inhaling her soft scent as his nose traced a faint line down her neck, feeling the warmth just before that first kiss. Flowers. Yes, that scent would not be easily forgotten. Neither would she. Nor would the long hours in the Hot water tub for that matter.

They said that good things can never last for ever, but their memories can endure that long. Is that a good thing? Maybe not, but he sure hoped the wise man who had said this was mistaken.

Then came the onslaught of her exams and the long late night talks gave way to a spate of messages that slowly dried down to a stream and then an insignificant leak. He could blame the library for that, that temple for learning had little tolerances for mobile phones and the priest that guarded its sanctity did not take too well to whispering. He had felt her get distant, fading into the twilight that has seemed to engulf him. Her exams had seemed to drain her of her patience, happiness and strength. Obviously, romance was not spared either. The love notes gave way to angry messages. The conversations graduated to arguments and the coy teasing suddenly burst from it's cocoon and came out in the guise of ugly suspicion. It wasn't him. It was her.

Or maybe it was her, the girl who came out of no where and swept him off his feet onto a magic carpet ride. Cupid seemingly ran out of arrows and then the resident devil came back with a vengeance, the invader was vanquished aided by a few helpings of alcohol. A lip lock seemed a fitting tribute to mark this occasion, witnessed by his girl. She did not seem to care.The celebrations carried on into the night. And even further. The back seat of a car may not be as endearing as a bubble bath, but then again, infidelity never has endeared anything. Or anyone.

He had found it impossible to answer her calls anymore. Was it Anger? Guilt? Shame? Or maybe a weird combination of all the three, leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He could no longer feel his heart call out to her, though she claimed hers did. A seeming hundred missed calls later, he answered one and landed up at her doorstep. He felt her warm body against him, her lips slowly traveling the path from His shoulder to his lips, as an increasingly cold bolt shot through his heart. He felt her take in his scent, her hand playing with the shirt buttons, slowly running them out from the slits. He pulled back and met her eyes. She pushed him away. They say that silences can speak volumes. This one was mute.

He then spoke in a low tone as she confronted him. His eyes refused to meet hers. The bolt through his heart seemed to be shooting searing waves of cold through his bloodstream. He felt numb. Cold. But he came clean. A few seconds and it was over. He could see the hurt and the disappointment etched all over her face. He could feel her shock as he pulled his shirt back on. The air around him seemed to resonate with the magnitude of her grief. As he looked at her, his mind went back to the first time he had seen her. He could feel a strange weight in the pits of his stomach. It was like nothing he expected. Where was the anger he had braced himself for? But none of his preparations were able to stop the tidal wave of shame that followed. Unable to handle it anymore, he walked out without daring to steal as much as a glance at her. A diminished figure, walking out into the dreary twilight.

At that minute he dived. He felt the water engulf him. Funny how it felt just like diving into a pool of shame.

Melting Moments - 4 - A.D.

Based on a Story and concept fielded by A.D.



They say that feelings are hard, confusing and complex,
I stand here as proof, scared and perplexed.
Thinking about you most of the time,
trying to find ways to make you mine.
Though stories are fiction and seldom true,
This story is about me and you.

Nothing has changed since the last time we met,
or the last time I called you, when inside I wept,
Talking in the darkness, about how he did me wrong,
and how he left me, when someone else came along.
And then I lay there, trying to express myself,
yearning to hold you, but scared of the consequence.

When I look into your eyes, I loose the power of speech,
What you do to me is so amazing, but you're still out of my reach,
Sometimes I wish i could just talk to you and express how I feel,
But then when I see you, those words out my mouth you steal.
And then I stay there, Mute and Dumb
fear clenching my heart, feeling cold and numb.




- @ A.D. Now stop cribbing that I don't write for you.