All My Love

As always, digging far too deep into the story, but thanks for the comments, bj. :)

And thank you to the others too, for appreciating it.
- mp

My initial reaction to the piece was less than favorable. I thought that it read like the ranting of an over-imaginative person ditched by his/her “lover� and left pining to fend for self – the usual sentimental tear-jerking stuff that only women can like, even love. I thought that perhaps I can get to love it, too – all I needed to do was to save enough dough to get a gender-change operation!

Upon further reading, however, there is indeed a soothing quality to this story. It then appeared like something that lulls the mind and feels like the type of instrumental music that one hears in the dentist’s waiting room – there is undeniable melody, but there is also that persistent tooth ache and worse, a fearful anticipation of what may follow once the dentist actually gets around to his business. After all, it is one thing to have a slow, nagging tooth ache – but the prospect of a shrill air-drill going full-blast is in a league of its own!

But if one strains a little more, one can force all the negative thoughts out and merely focus on the soothing lullaby. One can empathize a lot with such a character – or just laugh at it, depending on one’s mood.

The narrating character appears to live in more than one worlds and transposing images from the real world to the “other� world. Anything can be brought to the other word – and it can be given any form that one cares to imagine – however unrealistic. So, paper-thin curtains can start billowing, thinking that the wind has “kissed� them when the physical reality is that the wind merely pushes them aside. As long as one remains confined to the “other� world – there is a neat separation – even bits of sand particles do not remain in the real world to mess up one’s bed.

It is just too darn convenient – and therein lies its weakness.

My main complaint accordingly, is – it is easy to fall in love with this story – yet remember nothing of it tomorrow. :)

Or perhaps, I am merely jealous! Perhaps the writer needs to be punished physically, because it was not me. :)

The centering of pieces of text is somewhat distracting – especially when side-slammed by those Google ads!

Look forward to more stuff from you! :)

maryam i think this is the best piece i've read on chowk in years.

kudos :)


shandana

Re: # 2
Dry? Really? How?

Re: # 1
Cos, thank you. :)

Ah, sweet lurvy lurvy luurrrve. It's very well written, but seems a little dry to me.

Soft and gentle, a sort of mellowed sorrow...beautiful read. As always. Kudos.