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Saturday, May 07, 2005

A quick tale 18

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.

13 comments:

Shyam said...

Ouch... that's sad.

Chakra Sampath said...

Just read your quick tale 16 - left me shell shocked.. brutally true. you hav a way for words. Hats off!!

perspective said...

How often am i going to say how true here???

Its 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...

~phobiac~ said...

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....

AF said...

Ammani, too good!

AF

Uma said...

Amazing

Ram.C said...

Pretty true about the marriage relationships nowadays.. eventhough it is on a sad note..good short tale.

anu said...

very 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.

Amrita said...

Once again a 'stranger' in the mirror!

The Last Blogger said...

Too 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.

I 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?

ammani said...

He had to follow her, didn't he? Who was left for him to fight with? What a story, last blogger! :)

ranjit said...

the tale tells *exactly* what i feel whenever my parents fight with each other.
you know mind-reading? :)

Anonymous said...

sad but true....
how could they? it must have been awful? something they want to forget?
how was it???