Saturday 21 June 2014

Nothing like home

There were the waves. And then, there was the calm.

The humid of the sweat, the weight of the tired limbs, the relentless checking on time on the many devices that have rendered clocks a matter of the past. Breathes interrupted by sighs, light to heavy as the calendar counted down.

Right! There was no clock. There was no calendar either, except in their minds. No sound, no light, no touch, except for themselves. Wasn't that all to ask for?



But then, there was apprehension; apprehension of the inevitable. Which overtook every glory those moments could have brought along. Apprehension was overbearing, it took it all away.

Another goodbye.

Another indefinite goodbye.

It was nothing like home!




4 comments:

  1. Besh arbit lekha! Nice writing though, but even after reading twice, could not exactly gauge the context or the emotions of the dimensions. Maybe a couple of words, if thrown in the midst of the calendars and clocks and apprehensions, indicating the periphery of the events or sentiments of the protagonists or the absence of them would aid mere mortals envisage better, if not already cognizant of.

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  2. Bhalo kore por, bujhbi. What is home? Isn't it a place where you don't fear that it won't last for long? No countdown, no warning from the clock or the calendar, no apprehension? :)

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  3. Yea, seta bujhechi. But aren't they given? Then what is the apprehension? Are you saying that you went home but you had to leave because you are working somewhere else and so is sad .. and so were apprehensive for the time you were there because you could not spend more time there?

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