And Nothing Remains
My trysts with the pigeons have become a daily routine. I have started ignoring them. Their stray feathers and droppings don’t bother me. At least the ant infestation is fixed. There are times when I feel I could do with a man around the house.
I hate fixing up things. Its not my thing. I hate having to stand on a stool to hang things. He wouldn’t have had to. I hate driving up alone to work, I would rather have him drop me and then have me wait for my pickup on his way back. I hate when the landlord dupes me into paying for things that I’m not supposed to be paying. I hate it when there’s no one fighting with me for the morning paper. I hate it when no one looks at me in the morning when I’m putting on the kohl. I hate not caring about what I wear. I hate not wanting to wake up, only to realize there’s no reason to stay in bed for some more time.
I sometimes gaze at the things he never cared to take back. The pair of socks he left in the dryer. The coat that still hangs on the nail. The taste of so many vanilla kisses. The smiles in my photobook. The tears in my eyes.
And he took the rest.
- Neha
Tags: Breaking up, love
ER@sUrf3R says:
Its a waste to lose hope
January 19th, 2006 at 03:35 pm
dolphin says:
Yup…lose hope..and the soul is ready to leave the body
January 19th, 2006 at 04:15 pm
madhavi says:
quite like this post!!…leaves you with a whiff of something very familiar…
January 19th, 2006 at 05:11 pm
anirudh says:
lagat hai chhodega nahi tu mera zehan..yaad jo rakhte hain ki tujhko roz bhulana hota hai..!
January 20th, 2006 at 09:18 pm
tInUvIeL says:
its a waste to hope.
January 21st, 2006 at 04:13 pm
ER@sUrf3R says:
If you have hope, there is nothing you accomplish nothing, be it the right mixture with hope, but if you lose hope, there is nothing you can accomplish
January 23rd, 2006 at 01:41 am
ER@sUrf3R says:
oops…I meant if you have hope, there is nothing you can’t accomplish, given the right mixture with hope, but if you lose hope, there is nothing you can accomplish
January 23rd, 2006 at 01:42 am
jarjarbinks says:
this is bullshit mr.erasurfer.whatever the hell that means.
January 23rd, 2006 at 11:28 pm
Ajay says:
hey sweety pie.. when i come to your room next time, the first thing i am gonna do is take a stool, go to the kitchen area near the refrigerator, stand on the stool and clean the pigeon mess…
hope that might solve a genesis of all your problems.. from landlord to care to sleep to etc. etc.
January 24th, 2006 at 06:05 pm
Neha says:
hope… Yeah I havent lost hope my dear dear people. woh kehte hain na “ummeed par hi to duniya kayam hai” I will stay on hoping. Maybe he will come and take the tears too. or maybe i will just not let him this time. who knows what the future holds. And Ajay, thanks a ton. You’re a sweetheart!
January 24th, 2006 at 07:08 pm
Ajay Damodaran says:
I agree with you sweety, ummeed par hi duniya kayam hai… Lage raho… Optimism always pays.
January 27th, 2006 at 02:31 pm
shaleen says:
everything you write is about losing hope. reminds me of someone but i wont name the person. if one broods over things like this then they grow beyond proportions.
February 1st, 2006 at 05:13 pm
Neha says:
haha. No Shaleen. Change your persepctive. And then reread. Its not at all about losing hope. You know me. I never lose hope. Nor do my scribblings.
February 1st, 2006 at 05:19 pm