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Thursday, 21 June 2012

The Night of Love


It looked black. It had always been black. Deep endless black. So black that it felt as if no other color existed. There was a thickness, a strange weight in the black, like a heavy burden being pressed upon something. The depth of black was so intense that, at some moment, one would feel dead. The reality merged with dreams, leaving no corner untouched with black.


It was strange how black and death were synonymous. Black meant the end, where all ceased to exist. Black meant life was left far behind. Black meant there wasn’t going to be another morning again. It was difficult to swallow such blackness with your eyes.


All he could see was such black. He had not seen any color ever, and ironically did not know what black actually looked like. But if you could get into his head and see through his eyes, you’d probably suffocate under the black. He was not sure how the rainbow looked. Nor did he know how red was the rose and how yellow were the tulips. He had no idea about the marvelous Eiffel, Sphinx and Taj. He had never seen the innumerable shimmering stars or the white blotch of the Moon in the night sky. Vast stretches of picturesque landscapes meant nothing to him. He had not seen beautiful women, handsome men, expensive cars and massive mansions. The exorbitant masterpieces of Van Gogh, Cezanne, Da Vinci or Picasso were as good as plain black walls to him. He had not seen Ram, Allah or Christ. He had not seen his parents.


He was not dead, but every bit alive. His body absorbed life every moment. He could smell every season in the air when it arrived. He knew how freshly baked cake smelled like. He could make out the scents of women and colognes of men. His feet knew the feeling of walking on dew strewn grass. His hands knew the touch of a newborn. He could make out the difference between the cold marble floor and the warm bed. He had a silent blank sleep on most nights, but sometimes he had dreams. Dreams full of sounds. His father shouting, his mother sobbing, some neighbor sniggering, the swing he could never ride, repeated sound of metal clanging against metal, and a lot of other noises.


He had felt the sharpness of the knife cut against his flesh and smoothness of molten chocolate sticking lazily to his fingers. He listened to the million sounds, the ones you’d easily miss. He relished the crunch of chips and the slurp of tea. He had not seen any birds but had heard every sound that they could make. The cackle and the caw, the chatter and the chirp, the flap and the flutter, the trill and the tweet…


He liked the smell of his little cottage. It had memories caught in its air. He loved the fragrance of wet Earth right after rain. The same raindrops pattered against the windowpane at nights, saying things only he could understand. The whistling wind bashed against his frame when he stood on his porch. He knew when breeze turned into wind and wind turned into gale. The murmurs of trees told him that something was coming. Even the lull before the storm had a sound only he could hear. The sound of thunder made him happy. There were other sounds that made him happy too, like the rusty gate of his cottage. It meant that he had a visitor.




She visited him every now and then. For him, she was the sound of laughter, the touch of care and the aroma of coffee. They sat on the carpet by the fireplace and relish hot steaming mocha in porcelain mugs. They told each other stories of places they had never visited and people they had never met. They played the symphonies of Mozart and Bach and Beethoven and danced slowly till late in the night. Their bare feet liked the soft furry rug. Sometimes they just held hands and sat in silence. Sometimes he’d just sit there and run his fingers through her hair. That texture reminded him of something sweet. He could do that for hours without saying a word. She would just lie there, silently letting his long fingers touch her hair. She made him feel comfortable. He though if beautiful could be a person, it would be her.



Though he had never known any colors, but she filled those unknown hues in his life. They had been together for quite some time now. Her presence was an essential part of his life. For her, he meant the world. He rebuked like a father, cared like a brother, listened like a friend, respected like a son, loved like a boyfriend and protected like a husband.  They never told what they felt for each other but words were superfluous when actions did the talking.


If anyone would have peeped through the window of the cottage, one would instantly believe they were in love. They seemed so similar. And they were.

After all, even she could see only black.

22 comments:

  1. A very well written short story Shivang. I wish the story had never come to an end. I wanted to know how you would have made the two people manage and live through your story.
    I picked up trust and faith from your story and this is the song I was immediately reminded of, while reading your post: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13EifDb4GYs

    Keep writing! :)

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    1. I'm very thankful for your kind comment Rachit. Really happy to see that you too did not want it to end :) It's great that you could connect to it...

      thanks for the link! :)

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  2. You know the best part about your stories? The descriptions! I liked the way you've described the feelings and things he can feel and the way he's living! Lovely story :)

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    1. Thanks so much Ashna! :) I am so damn happy that you & everyone else could actually feel the words, my major underlying theme... :)

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  3. Beautiful !!
    I don't really have words..
    you have described every little feeling of the character so beautifully..

    This is undoubtedly one of your best posts.. I'm pleasantly surprised :)

    Saloni

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    1. Well that is so kind of you to say Saloni! Thank you so much.. :) getting women speechless... this story could go for Nobel Peace prize ;)

      Happy to read your comment, like always :)

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  4. I love how you describe all things in there so precisely, and how your short stories always seem as a part of a bigger story.

    Totally loved this one. :D

    P.S: You've disabled all kind of clicks on your page(for copyright reasons I'm). It's good but I can't tell you how deep I had to dig in to copy that youtube link Rachit posted.

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    1. Thanks a ton mate... for reading & commenting. Happy to know that you too felt what the characters expressed. This story is indeed the part of a larger story, which incidentally I haven't thought of yet :D

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  5. you really and truely are a descriptive narrator ,your intense description of "black" blew me away for a moment...impressive expressions!!!
    though i wish to expect for more. If ever an extension exists to this story , I'll have my eyes on it...:)

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    1. many thanks for your comment Deepika :) i'm glad you liked my story. I'll have to disappoint you, that there's no extension to this story yet. Nor do I intend to make one. I feel all those who have read (or will read) this, will fill in the gaps with their sensibilities :)

      Don't want to spoil the essence. more stories to come :)

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    2. I got it...will fill the gaps on my own...:D
      yea!! waiting eagerly for the next one's!!

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  6. Dude you're just amazing...your writing touched not just one but all the chords of my heart... You've penned down that night of love and the feelings attached to it so immaculately..that I have just one word for it "marvelous"...

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    1. Thank you Javed. You have been very kind with your words. I'm really happy you liked it & could connect so well... :)

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  7. Dude I really wanna ask what is the source of your inspiration?
    and about the story so lively not at all "BLACK" and could connect to it so easily....

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  8. Love knows no boundaries.. so touching a tale so wonderfully narrated. The beauty of this story was the way you narrated each and every emotion the characters felt, as if they are very much here around us -live and breathing...loved it!

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  9. Excellent narration,beautiful ending.But it is very short, you could have extended it some more. Best wishes.

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    1. Thank you Sir... :) I don't write stories ... they lead me & end where they want to :)

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  10. B'ful story :) It very well served the purpose of a short story!Use of words seems to be great!Happy to see love being portrayed at it's best.I don't know why but i could guess the outline of the story after reading the first line :)

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    1. Thanks so much for reading & commenting Shalini :) That's the power of black I suppose.. makes you see things :)

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  11. Amazing , how beautifully you have expressed and described the "black".Good job.simply excellent.God bless you.. :)

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    1. Thanks Manisha for reading & commenting :) You are really kind ...

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