Thursday, December 27, 2012


Guest post by an anonymous friend.

Met her again yesterday; our meetings have become quite frequent in the last six months. Unlike most of 2010 and 2011 when she used to remember me hardly once or twice in several months, and that too without remorse of any sort.
She was wearing white, and wore the same pearl necklace that I had gifted her. She looked beautiful. But then, she always did. She seemed to me to be serene. Happy, rather.  But unlike the previous meetings, I did most of the talking. She didn’t have the answers to most of my questions, though. When I asked her how she had been, all she did was smile reluctantly and then look away.
The ambience swirled and suddenly we found ourselves on the roof from where one could see the full moon, shining bright. Not unlike her eyes often did when she was pleased about something. But something was wrong with the moon too; it shined reluctantly just like she smiled half-heartedly.
Something tells me that this was last time we met; the touch of her skin didn’t feel the same and the twinkle in her eye had disappeared.
When I woke up, it didn’t feel right.  It felt incomplete. Does this mean that she will never come in my dreams again? That smile. That cautious smile has induced a perpetual aura of discomfort around me. All I have left of her is how I felt during the dream, it’s beautiful. That feeling is pure, like the white she wore. I'd like to hold on to it - they say masochism knows no bounds.

'Why is it so important to dream?' 'In my dreams, we are still together.' - Inception.


Amna Sid said...

Whoa. Impressive. Especially the way it's ended, beautiful. Tell your anonymous friend to write more, please.

Lioness Without A Pride said...

Last night I dreamt that I was sitting at a table with some guy and this other couple. Like, it was a double date of sorts. And I was talking, and I could tell that I was pissing the others off, like they were all getting totally bored but I couldn't stop talking. In the end, the other couple walked away saying "You're not very interesting" or "We're out of here, bye loser" or something like that. I don't know what happened to my date though. And then I woke up and went back to sleep and I had another vague dream of getting served dinner by this uncle, whom I once served dinner to and messed up and angered. In conclusion, dreams are trippy and I hate them.

Furree Katt said...

I can haz nice dream love too, plz? Seriously, I never had a dream guy in my LIFE (and by dream guy I meant a guy that only came in my dreams).

Well written post, short and sweet!

Ridx said...

I am dreaming a lot these days. incomplete dreams!

Beautifully-written. :)

Anonymous said...

Thank you, you gaiz for the appreciation. Tum sab DIL ho. - Anonymous Friend.