She walked up the stairs silently...she knew a tap of the heels would bring in the people of the adjacent apartments to the eye-hole on their doors.
She was walking up the stairs in perfect silence and shivered once on seeing him standing at the staircase landing. She waited in front of the 2nd floor apartment door as he went to the 3rd floor to get the keys for the 2nd floor apartment. She blankly stared at the door of the apartment on the 3rd floor.
she knew no matter how much she loved him, she would never be entitled to set her feet inside the apartment above, his actual "Home". She was even more sure that he would meet her at the second floor apartment only till the day, when someone more near to his life "socially" would be accepted heartily by his family members and will be welcomed to the warmly lit 3rd floor apartment.
Her silent cry went unnoticed with the screeching sound of the door leading them to the dark and cold apartment on the 2nd floor.
14 comments:
Nice one!! I liked it!!
gud one.....emotional....haww-heee....sob-sob......nice to see you after what appears like a million years....
ah! Nice one, very well expressed dear!!
this post is different from all the other posts u've written..way to go girl...
hmm...long long time since u wrote!
beautiful...im still trying to read between the lines! ;)
hey nice one :)
ok call me dumb, lets see if I got this right (mind u I read this 4 times already :| ) So this girl is either a prostitute or a girl of someother caste (no if she is of a different caste why should everyone look? hmm) So yeah a call girl who wants to be socially accepted i.e., be his wife but can't. well I would suggest the man to move his family to the 2nd floor apt. that would save the girl all this stress. what say you :D
Where do you keep disappearing from time to time?
Did not understand why she was not socially acceptable...is she the downstairs maid?
@swatantra: thanks.. :)
@ZB: eewww..look who is talking...its been a light year since i hve seen u posting something on the blog.(apart from some fwded e-mails).. :D.. :D
@Smita: thenkuuuu.... :):)
@Sarmistha: ohh really...thankeee.. :)
@amu: actually.. :)..thankyou..but dnt try reading between the lines...i wrote it on a blank paper.. :D:D
@ani: hey..thanks dude.. :)
@SJ: will make the character walk on ur line of idea...:) but the who said that "D" word to u???!!.. :D:D
@aparna: hehehe..good one on disappearing.. :)...well, i myself dnt know how to position the character..may b we can sought help from SJ!!..wat say!.. :)
onekdin por tor theke ekta "my type of" lekha pelam... bodhhoy prothombaar... very well expressed pain... really liked it... more for what it doesn't say..
Chisel goes wet while crafting this Pain in silence, but every drop counts...Wish the chisel wet more if to produce sculptures of this stature
@swagatokti: yehi pehli baar aur yeho antim baar..shayad...shayad nahi....:D:D....thankyou neways dude....!!!..:D:D
@Twister: Chisel, wet, silence, pain, sculpture, stature...arrii raamm...ek saath itna kuch bol dala...:D:D:D:D...bt mere ko sab compliment hi laga...thankyouuuuu..:)..:D:D
it appears from the comments that they perhaps have not grasped what was meant in the correct perspective
giving due regrds to the creative licence both of creation and of interpretation, to me it seems to be that of a young (perhaps unmarried) girl in a relationship with a married man who happens to stay on the third floor with a spare flat on the second for his adventures.the autob...aspect of this piece is difficult to camouflage
@MadHatter:..Welcome to my blog...good to c a lawyer here..must say u made a good use of the interpretor's license and the real practice of being a lawyer..but still u r mistaken at two points.....keep visiting.. :)
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