Mahak,I am not missing you.
I loved those opening bold, brazen statements. They are so thoughtful, so that just by the fact that so much time has gone into their composition, one begins to get an inkling at their contrary nature. We only forget those things, people for whom
we have no regard. Very thoughtfully done!
Then this paragraph, I
am not at all missing you. How can I? You have only gone today. And I
don't even care about you. It's just that, I don't want you to cry for
me. It's so because of a fact that I am not missing you. And if you
would cry, then your eyes would give you a burning sensation and you
won't be able to enjoy anything. But then, who cares about your eyes?
An insight to the untruthful nature of her suppositions. They almost give themselves away, then that sudden remembrance and that quick last remark. And
Then tying up all loose ends, so that there are no fraying threads that would unravel the true nature of their heart. Excellently done! you telling me that the entire room if yours and you can lie on
either side you like.
Again that detailed reminiscence that you weave in so that it is the word for word verbatim remembrance of things said and done that we find their true feelings. Wonderfully done! What else
can I ask for?
It was at the end of this paragraph, that I found my heart breaking along with theirs. Just skillfully done! Just to tell you, I am
using your image as my mobile wallpaper. Not because I miss you and want
to watch it when I cry, or to kiss my screen when I feel lonely, but
it's because I clicked this picture when you were not paying attention
to me. I am so going to show this picture of you to everyone, and make
fun of you. And you won't be able to stop me.
I loved the movements within this paragraph. Those truth filled untruths. THEN just a genius manoeuvre, you write in lines where they defend, or further verify their position WHICH in fact we know will actually happen in the literal sense, they will show that picture they took sneakily and they will make fun of you BUT from these acts they derive pleasure rooted in love. It is just an attempt to soothe their loss. I love the threat in the last line that is actually a veiled plea, please come back and stop me.
Beautifully done.I am happy that you are away for a few days. Now I don't have
to cry in front of you. You know how I hate to cry in front of anyone!
And you always make me cry, by making me pour out my feelings or point
of view about things. You know how I prefer to be silent and keep things
to myself. And you! You always force things out of me, and make me feel
I love the contrary nature of this confession, for what are they doing right now but pouring their heart out to that very person they profess they hate
sharing such sentiments.
Then the confession which was already there within the subtext of before. So that all the previous words become a preamble to this sentiment. all I
can think is how much I miss you.
I love how you say to prove to you
for in truth she could never prove it to herself, the pain of their loss is undeniable.
Then that change of direction, that subtle need to know, do you miss me too,
using the same tactic as before through using negation to affirm. Skillfully done. And
this is your punishment for leaving me. And if you want to save your
things from getting stolen, then return to me, immediately.
That veiled threat exposed as their hurt heart. I don't want to be a
part of your memories, but your reality.
Beautiful line. Missing you...already...
That lull, the end of the remembrance following to that poignant truth, that it hurts more not
to think of them, then even the pain of thinking of them, missing them.
Mahak, just a wonderful piece of prose, so delightfully written illuminating the intricacies of the human heart so insightfully. Wonderful.
Edited by a little faith - 30 May 2011 at 7:47am