Originally posted by ..kiran..
[QUOTE=a little faith]
I loved your title something that is a process, very active and dynamic. Yet the term means gradually becoming less
so in a poignant way we understand that the end entails nothingness, a black and bold full stop. In this way you beautifully create a dark ambiance that by its movement is almost spirited.
Did I reach too far?
Regardless I loved it.
Ah, I'm glad you were able to pick on the mood that I was trying to create. I didn't want it to be overly obvious, but at the same time, I needed that sense of ending to be looming about - just like it does in autumn.. kind of. You created it really well. Finely done.
I too love Autumn for I am always amazed by its unexpected beauty. That briefest sadness that comes as we see the fruits and full bloom begin to wilt away, all those colours now reduced to one BUT then within that narrowness of one it gives us so many hues, maybe even more diverse that the many of summer that we are astounded by it and even ashamed for having underestimated it. I too love the honesty of winter, its bare naked truth reminding us where everything ends. I actually don't like winter that much. I am still a fairytale type person at heart. I don't like endings, of any sort, so if it really has to all end, I'd rather the in-betweenness of autumn be long-drawn I understand. However if you fear an end, doesn't that fear or rather anticipation of it seep into the present, your now. I always find it better to find strength by coming to peace with that which I fear the most. It is about seeking to understand its own need, beauty and light. It can be difficult, I grant you, but I do not doubt that there isn't something to be found. However as I said, I understand and everyone has their own way of dealing with now and the future.
Yes, ALL guys do that! To varying degrees maybe, if we want to be a bit generous to them. Sometimes, I think they don't even want to be understood. Girls are also cryptic, but at least they try - they throw in clues and cues, and pout when guys don't get it (which they mostly invariably don't). Of course I didn't want to generalize, but this is one trait that I actually find in many men, and the opposite in women, without insulting the exceptions, of whom I have yet to met any. being averse myself to the idea of being scrutinised
She really is endearing. While most people have eyes for everything around them, she understands that though even she has eyes to see the world around her, the world and its inhabitants too have eyes that can see back, so that at a young age unlike many of her peers she perceives much of that which is past her own nose.
She is? Maybe. But then, maybe it's better not to think so much about everything. She'd get more done. For one thing, she'd get some answers. Although not thinking or ignoring persisting musings would seem intuitively wrong to her, so yeah. Hmm, interesting angle, of the art of getting by, through not lingering in one moment long enough for it to have any weight. Though I think I prefer my interpretation, if I may be allowed to hold onto it. Yes, and then you'd be able to go dance in the rain again,
KIRAN! Girl you can write really well. I mean this moment was so electric the hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention, my eyes opened and I beamed an awesome smile. In one line he says much. This statement being quite self-explanatory.
I was waiting for that chapter where you would explain Kabir BUT you say in one eloquent and simple line what many writers would have elaborated and dissected to death and thereby loosing much intensity of that moment, that final culmination, as with the electricity we find here in this one line! Furthermore to do that they would have had to break the format being that this story has been told only from her
point of view, NO ONE else. However without breaking format you illuminate so beautifully and much intense electricity that firstly Kabir knows about her rain dance
AND that UNLIKE IRENE, who hasn't been to see her and did not understand the rain dance in the first place, HE is enthralled by it! Kiran, I nearly leapt out of my seat in excitement. You redeemed Kabir through giving him his own epiphany. I imagined Irene telling him about her losing her mind, dancing in the rain and now that silly girl has a cold'
AND ALL THE WHILE, Kabir becoming more and more enamoured, endeared and enchanted. Kiran just absolutely wonderful writing!
I didn't expect anyone to interpret so much from that one line! When I write, there are some things that I think only I know, and only put it out subtly, mostly because I am lazy, but also because I don't want to make the reading wearisome. But you manage to tap into those unsaid bits too! Knowing Kabir and Irene, yes, that must have been exactly how it all played out! Wow, I must say I am so incredibly impressed with the way you read, and read into, and read beyond, my work. Kiran, this moment was just so subtle, like the changing of a season, and yet just as significant as the changing of a season. The manner you tease, provoke, incite and coerce us to imagine scenes is nothing short of genius , especially when almost everyone is too tired to even think for themselves. Wonderfully done!
Then those closing paragraphs reminding me why you are a talented writer. With this slow winding up of events, I couldn't help but feel that this might be the final chapter BUT then that twist, clever and intricate in the spiritual sense whilst being natural and simple in the physical sense. Excellently done. Then that wisdom at the end that impressed me manifold.
I waited, unsure of what it was that I was waiting for Unlike before where there was that need for certainty, of needing to know what fruit lay at the end of her anticipation and expectations here she is just grateful for the journey and ready to appreciate whatever end it may bring. It is a dwindling and yet bringing with a contentment.
Although, maybe, the contentment is only one of those things we do to ourselves to shield pain away. Maybe it's a lie. Waiting is better than not waiting. As long as you wait, there's no end.. Again interesting angle, that I didn't perceive. I liked it.
So anyway, I read through other comments to see how people interpreted it. As for my own, I read it to mean that that since she is narrating the whole from the end of the story, she knows the truth, that truth that she can not reveal now because she doesn't want to taint this chapter update with hindsight perspective. She wants to write it as the person she was when it happened. Exactly! So that the honesty of winter and its cold harshness has indeed brought that cold yet serene numbness. What truth that is I do not know but since the season is turning colder I would surmise that it isn't a fairy tale ending.
Hmmm. (<--- self-explanatory much?) Kiran, Enough said. Although, winter isn't really an end, if it is followed by spring, maybe? Of course, that is actually one of the things I like about winter, for it signals the coming of rebirth, Those dead branches upon which we finally see the buds of spring. It is a resurrection, rebirth, returning to what once was but new too, in this way I guess I have plenty of reason to be optimistic.
It came too late for her and Kabir and since he truly loved her he didn't want to begin something he could not finish EVEN if he could gain a few moments of bliss from it. Maybe in this way he feels that it is his penance for Irene, that lesson of realizing that love is found through a beautiful character NOT a beautiful body. Not that I am saying that she isn't beautiful, for I am sure to Kabir she has become the most beautiful girl in the world.
Oh she actually looks a lot like me, so she is in fact, objectively speaking, drop-dead gorgeous On a serious note though, I'm not sure if that is how Kabir thought. He is elusiveness personified But your analysis does make sense. Without ever having seen you, I can confidently say that Kabir most definitely thought that. With love, Sabah