Two people
She could not believe that these two people could ever have been intimate. Two old people who had very little to say to each other. Who had grown into strangers they barely recognised. With nothing but anger and discontentment left between them. She could not see how the couple could have made love. One sultry summer night many years ago. And yet there was undeniable proof in front of her. Staring from the mirror.
Ouch... that's sad.
ReplyDeleteJust read your quick tale 16 - left me shell shocked.. brutally true. you hav a way for words. Hats off!!
ReplyDeleteHow often am i going to say how true here???
ReplyDeleteIts something that happens often in a country like ours, where marriages are between strangers...somewhere its this urge for sex irrepective of the person opposite...the women are made to know and feel that their job is only to reproduce. Once done, they lose interest and the two people remain strangers for good, either they are not compatible, or she doesnt enjoy it, as she never experienced an orgasm...or she complies sometimes for his need ... i dont know if he does the same...
Tell u what...every time I drop by and find a new post ....I really wanna post a comment....but cant find the right words to do that...uhmmm.....here we go again....
ReplyDeleteAmmani, too good!
ReplyDeleteAF
Amazing
ReplyDeletePretty true about the marriage relationships nowadays.. eventhough it is on a sad note..good short tale.
ReplyDeletevery true. i have wondered so many times as to how people can stay put together just becos they happen to be married to each other.compatibility-who cares! guess that is the secret of the long lasting indian marriages.
ReplyDeleteOnce again a 'stranger' in the mirror!
ReplyDeleteToo many things are taken for granted along the way and in the end, the discontentment and anger we see is their way of showing love.
ReplyDeleteI remember long time back when I was little and my grandparents used to be like this. A patient grandma and a short-tempered grandpa. He was the typical example of a patriatch with an ego. And then one day my grandma died- of cancer. My hale and hearty grandpa joined her, three months later. He just couldnt live without her.
Who would have known?
He had to follow her, didn't he? Who was left for him to fight with? What a story, last blogger! :)
ReplyDeletethe tale tells *exactly* what i feel whenever my parents fight with each other.
ReplyDeleteyou know mind-reading? :)
sad but true....
ReplyDeletehow could they? it must have been awful? something they want to forget?
how was it???