The Meek One
Again a clash of young and old, of wanna-be-idealists and self-preserving monarchs, of dreams and the reality, of passions and the experience, of excitement and complacency. Story of a couple, an young wife, full of morals and a proud husband, revenging himself on the society as a pawn broker. It is written in the husband's voice. He makes a complicated and yet beautiful love story out of his wife's murder. Yes.. I call it a murder though she commits suicide. He killed her with his silence and with his magnanimity caring her even after she attempts to kill him.
The husband is a mad man(I call him so). He loves his wife but never does he express that. Still he claims that she has to understand him without any explanation. But how is that possible? For her, he is just a stranger. Then how is she to know that he loves her but doesn't show it for that is his nature? She apparently thinks that he doesn't love her. Anybody in her place would do the same.
I tell you, silence is terrific than the terror itself. One's heart keeps swinging like a pendulum with wild imagination and mostly one would make it swing towards the terror just to get used to it if in case.. So the terror is felt even before it actually starts. It gets worse, when hope glimpses from the far end. One runs quickly to the end where hope is seen just now. But on reaching there, it fades away like a star that sometimes disappears. One would scorn oneself for running there with impossible hopes and marches back with gloomy face. An oath will be taken not to repeat it. Again hope will be seen from the corner of the eye and one tries to avoid looking at it. But very soon one runs off there unable to stand against the power of hope. It just repeats itself till the actual terror comes on stage. This wild running is just impossible to bear unless you are bound by some strong reason.
The husband leaves her like that in dead silence thinking that he is actually giving her time to understand him by herself without his having explain or express anything. Irritated by this, she revolts back insulting him. She gets some gossip from his enemy and calls him a coward in the face. He still keeps quiet though he can defend himself for he thinks she has to know it by herself without any explanation (Fool?) One day she tries to shoot him when he is (pretends to be) sleeping but gives up doubting that he is just pretending. Even after this, he still goes on with his silent mission of love. She gets used to living like a dead. She falls sick and he takes care of her very well but continuing his silence.
One day our hero suddenly realises that he is losing her for nothing and everything will be settled perfect if only he talks. Seized by the moment, he expresses his love to her. She gets taken aback with 'stern amazement' by his love even after she tried to kill him and she couldn't bear this truth that he loves her like that. She takes all the guilt upon herself for she couldn't understand his silence and his attention towards her. Unable to bear her husband's generosity, she kills herself.
Dream Of A Ridiculous Man
I won't write anything about this story because I am afraid I would misguide you from what is necessary blabbering some nonsense . I beg you all to read this by yourselves. It is very much necessary. It relieves you from the suffering even at least while you are reading it. Solution to the universal problem is so simple. We can practice it together. We can be happy again and we will not need to love the suffering. After reading this, I told myself that I shall I replace all the 'hate's in my hatred poem with 'love'. I can't change it on the go, but as I try loving less of myself and more of my fellow-beings, I will replace each 'hate'. Then someday, there will be a beautiful poem of love, with love in each line and in each one. :)
Again a clash of young and old, of wanna-be-idealists and self-preserving monarchs, of dreams and the reality, of passions and the experience, of excitement and complacency. Story of a couple, an young wife, full of morals and a proud husband, revenging himself on the society as a pawn broker. It is written in the husband's voice. He makes a complicated and yet beautiful love story out of his wife's murder. Yes.. I call it a murder though she commits suicide. He killed her with his silence and with his magnanimity caring her even after she attempts to kill him.
The husband is a mad man(I call him so). He loves his wife but never does he express that. Still he claims that she has to understand him without any explanation. But how is that possible? For her, he is just a stranger. Then how is she to know that he loves her but doesn't show it for that is his nature? She apparently thinks that he doesn't love her. Anybody in her place would do the same.
I tell you, silence is terrific than the terror itself. One's heart keeps swinging like a pendulum with wild imagination and mostly one would make it swing towards the terror just to get used to it if in case.. So the terror is felt even before it actually starts. It gets worse, when hope glimpses from the far end. One runs quickly to the end where hope is seen just now. But on reaching there, it fades away like a star that sometimes disappears. One would scorn oneself for running there with impossible hopes and marches back with gloomy face. An oath will be taken not to repeat it. Again hope will be seen from the corner of the eye and one tries to avoid looking at it. But very soon one runs off there unable to stand against the power of hope. It just repeats itself till the actual terror comes on stage. This wild running is just impossible to bear unless you are bound by some strong reason.
The husband leaves her like that in dead silence thinking that he is actually giving her time to understand him by herself without his having explain or express anything. Irritated by this, she revolts back insulting him. She gets some gossip from his enemy and calls him a coward in the face. He still keeps quiet though he can defend himself for he thinks she has to know it by herself without any explanation (Fool?) One day she tries to shoot him when he is (pretends to be) sleeping but gives up doubting that he is just pretending. Even after this, he still goes on with his silent mission of love. She gets used to living like a dead. She falls sick and he takes care of her very well but continuing his silence.
One day our hero suddenly realises that he is losing her for nothing and everything will be settled perfect if only he talks. Seized by the moment, he expresses his love to her. She gets taken aback with 'stern amazement' by his love even after she tried to kill him and she couldn't bear this truth that he loves her like that. She takes all the guilt upon herself for she couldn't understand his silence and his attention towards her. Unable to bear her husband's generosity, she kills herself.
Dream Of A Ridiculous Man
I won't write anything about this story because I am afraid I would misguide you from what is necessary blabbering some nonsense . I beg you all to read this by yourselves. It is very much necessary. It relieves you from the suffering even at least while you are reading it. Solution to the universal problem is so simple. We can practice it together. We can be happy again and we will not need to love the suffering. After reading this, I told myself that I shall I replace all the 'hate's in my hatred poem with 'love'. I can't change it on the go, but as I try loving less of myself and more of my fellow-beings, I will replace each 'hate'. Then someday, there will be a beautiful poem of love, with love in each line and in each one. :)
2 comments:
Nee pichi burra ki ee story writing okati. Nee pichi enta mudirindo idi chadivite ardham autundi. Chi thu!
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