The Ugly Blotch
I never thought much of the small ugly blotch of fungus high up on the ceiling, where water collects on the rooftop in rainy season. It was always an ugly blotch alright. Hideous to a point. And we got so used to it over a period of time that we just stopped looking at it. We ignored it for years and then forgot it.
Only once did I really look hard at it. One warm september night, lamenting over my lost love, I looked hard into that blotch and saw his face in it. Yes. There were eyes, nose and a mouth. Everything perfectly set. The way it was on his face. He wasn’t smiling, or grinning, or angry. He was just… an ugly blotch, reminder of a leaky roof.
I didn’t ever look at it again. And it just erased from my memory.
Now, the room’s got fresh paint. Lavender and vanilla. Just as I wanted. But there is something missing. It feels odd, somehow, the room. And then it strikes. That ugly blotch had been painted clean.
I think I will wait for monsoons more eagerly this year.
- Neha
anirudh says:
i wish it rains on you..hope u get wat i mean..!
March 30th, 2006 at 08:31 pm
kruz says:
quite imaginative, reminds me of how i myself try to find forms and faces in odd places eg: when im sittin on my toilet seat and lookin around. amazing narration tho…
April 1st, 2006 at 11:17 am
Neha says:
Thank you Kruz
April 1st, 2006 at 12:32 pm
shanth says:
April 10th, 2006 at 04:52 pm
Neha says:
thanks shanth. i’ll go to one immediately
April 12th, 2006 at 01:41 pm
Sheikha says:
Yeah, I can relate to this. I, too, have these peculiar attachment towards queer things…and refuse to let go of them or mope over the loss of them, despite them being totally worthless.
November 10th, 2006 at 02:35 am
neha says:
thanks Sheikha… the only thing is, that the ugly blotch is not only a queer thing that i got attached to. it is also the symbol of a dying relationship, which time painted off my life. red it again in this light. maybe you will find something new.
November 10th, 2006 at 10:04 am
Sheikha says:
Neha, I did see it in that light…and then offered my comment on it.
Dying relationships are technically worthless, but you still refuse to let go of the memories, and by human nature we tend to instil these into objects or maybe a person, hence the attachment to it…that become symbolics.
November 10th, 2006 at 04:41 pm