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.