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January 12, 2011

The wordless evening...


He was quiet. She was quiet. The silence was killing, for her, for him, for them. She wanted to cry, he wanted to scream. She wanted to hit him, he wanted to hold her. She wanted to ask why, he wanted to ask why not? But there was no space for words, they don't hold any importance now....

When they used to talk, the words used to flow. Nobody selected the words...they ultimately selected themselves to be part of their conversations, to be part of their relationship. Those touches, those subtle nuances, those cataclysmic highs and the heart-breaking lows of love will not be there, from today, from tomorrow, never, ever.

When they used to talk, words used to just facilitate their telepathic thoughts. Today...there was no pity nor sympathy between the words, just the empathy to try not to suspend their belief in love. Even if it requires suspension of their ego, utter disregard to the ubiquitous I-me-myself in their space, their lives, their belonging.

When they used to talk, words were just not alphabetical symbols carrying some significance. They were a substitute for oxygen in their life support system. Words gave meaning to what they felt inside, they could not say but experienced always. Words that decided their fate, words that decided their togetherness.

Yet today, there were no words between them. Just a screaming waft of silence, a screeching noise of emptiness. The words have taken a circuitous route to efficiently practice and effectively travel to the end of their journey together. Words that brought their souls together, words which tore their hearts apart are no more. Like a loaded gun, some wounded words shot dead their wordless evening.

10 comments:

Neeha said...

These happens a lot in real life.
I like the way you penned them.

Cardinal Ruby said...

loved it :)

Alka said...

Very beautiful post; just felt that end can be made better by telling what what was the result of this wordless conversation.. did they depart or came together again

Satans Darling™ said...

This was beautiful Amit but I will not belittle it by commenting or crtiquing it.. It is good as it is!

suruchi said...

nyceee amit...though some words became to heavy to give the proper import of the thought...
loved the line...
words selected themselves to be a part of their conversations, to be part of their relationship:-)

Amit Gupta said...

@Neha

Thanks, glad you liked it. Indeed it happens in real life.

Amit Gupta said...

@CR

Thanks a ton:)

Amit Gupta said...

@Alka

It is done deliberately to leave it as a mysterious ending. Sometimes, the spice of life is not knowing the final piece and making your own conclusions. Thanks for pouring in your comment.

Amit Gupta said...

@Ashrita

Thanks, i guess that's how i dealt with it while writing...not thinking about what people will deal with it.

Amit Gupta said...

@Suruchi Di

I wrote it with a heavy mind, i guess heavy words justifies themselves. Thanks for writing in :)