Dance the reel – Part III
You were in the kitchen… boiling potatoes for the shepherds pie… the phone rang in some corner of the house. you ran to pick up… only to wish you hadnt.
The voice on the other end is familiar. Brian. Sobbing.
“Neha”
“Brian?”
“Neha”
“Brian, why are you crying?”
“Neha….”
“Brian! Why the hell are you crying”
“Its Will”
“What happened to Will?”
“He….”
For once in your life you wished you had picked up the british accent.
“Brian… talk to me. you re scaring me”
“Will’s been in an accident”
“…silence…”
“Neha? Are you there?”
“Which hospital?”
“There’s no need of that… he’s no more.”
Silence… it sometimes haunts you. Your brother asked you yesterday. It’s such a big house and you stay alone. Dont you ever get spooked? You tell him what he already knows. No…
No you never get scared. What is there to get scared of? The dark? Or the sounds… Silence scares you sometimes. But no sounds… No darkness.
You still have the Irish music, that you listen to sometimes, when you miss him too much. Last night, you cried again. Thinking of him. You will be eternally in love. With his peaceful soul. They told you he spoke your name as he breathed his last. You were a coward. You didnt go to see him… When he was taking his last journey.
If ever there was a god, you wish he would be nice to Your Will…
He was there by your window last night… then carried away by a moonlight shadow. You couldn’t find how to push through. You sing your songs for him. Most of them.
He was the one who built your faith. He was the one who took it away with him.
They will never understand. Those who are afraid to love. Those who think they know you. They would never know… What it is to be torn between love and hate. What it is to be torn between heaven and hell…
What it is to give yourself. bit by bit… you wish he was here. To be proud of you… Tonight you will sleep with swollen eyes.
- Neha
neha says:
well the story was quite touching with a simple language and loads of emotions…the story ending was a bit sad…..nway it had to b
gr8 work gal carry on the same
November 15th, 2005 at 01:27 pm
Kunal Goel says:
Those who are afraid to love
reminds me that a ship in port is safe, but that’s not what ships are built for.
Excellent trilogy. It touched my heart.
Thanks for writing it.
November 16th, 2005 at 04:06 am
namita says:
reminds me of soemone close, excellently written
May 8th, 2006 at 08:05 pm
Neha Mujumdar says:
namita nagaraja? Thats my classmate! Welcome to this hellhole!
May 9th, 2006 at 09:59 am
Kunal Goel says:
this is not a hellhole. this is not speakeasy.
May 9th, 2006 at 10:30 am
Neha Mujumdar says:
ooh that was sharp
May 9th, 2006 at 01:46 pm
Kunal Goel says:
May 9th, 2006 at 11:21 pm
Baba says:
ok guys quit the hellhole talk:) reminds me of the university i just quit. i just joined speak easy:)
shush
May 10th, 2006 at 01:22 am
Baba says:
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I’m tired and I
I want to go to bed
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don’t try to wake me in the morning
‘Cause I will be gone
Don’t feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I don’t want to wake up
On my own anymore
Sing to me
Sing to me
I don’t want to wake up
On my own anymore
Don’t feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go
There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well …
Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye …
Asleep-the smiths
May 10th, 2006 at 12:33 pm
Namita says:
i read this again, i feel like reading it again and again.
May 26th, 2006 at 12:11 pm