Thursday, July 10, 2014

Almost sunset

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It was nearing sunset when I woke up in the too small motel room. The last rays of sunlight lingered around, reluctant to leave. The sheets wrapped around me were warm, the pillow still stained with my tears. I could catch the smell of him on me, sweat mingled with his favorite Davidoff. Hell, even my skin and hair smelled of him. But then, I had gone straight to sleep after our fight, him leaving in a fury at my accusations and me bawling my head off till sleep crept somewhere in between.

As much as it felt like my head was being hammered from inside, I willed myself to take a shower. In the crammed bathroom, I stood under the hot shower. Turning it to the maximum heat, I allowed the water to drone over me. A strange calmness against the threatening rains. It felt like my skin was being scalded. I wanted to get rid of all traces of him from my body. My heart, I knew, would take longer. 

I saw my dress that was discarded in a hurry on the floor, a haste in the throes of passion. I left it there. I needed clean clothes, ones that still smelt of the strong detergent from home. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a white cotton top, I dressed hurriedly. Those were the only pair of clean clothes in my bag. 

It was almost sunset. Not daring to give a second glance back to the room, which now held memories in all its nook and cranny, I stepped out. The motel was beside the beach, one of the reasons we had chosen to come here for the weekend. 

I walked along the beach with just my thoughts and the soothing waves to keep me company. The sound of waves like a mother's lullaby, calling out to me. 

I would never blame him. I couldn't. 

In fact, I had known very well what I was getting into by falling for a married man. But some illogical part of me wished for my tale to have a happy ending. No matter how far fetched it may seem. 

It would end like this. If not today, then maybe tomorrow. Our relationship never had a future. Not a content one, for sure. 

I stood watching the sun as it dipped into the waters. It couldn't have been more perfect. The waves were a golden orange, the sky a mirage of yellow and deep pink along the edges. I let my tears fall freely on my face. Not holding back, relishing the wet trail it left across my cheeks. 

This would be the last time. There would be no more tears, I thought with a steely resolve. I walked back to the motel to pack my bags, this chapter of my life firmly closed shut. 


This post is written for Day 10 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge for July 2014 and NaBloPoMo

40 comments:

  1. That was the right thing to do! I am falling in love with your narration Aathira. :)

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    1. You just made my day! Thank you, Reema :)

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  2. When its good that she realized that this wasn't a story she should continue to be a part of.

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    1. True, Red. Some stories are not meant to be complete. Or rather, should be ended in a short time.

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  3. Simply beautiful Aathira! You're so great at weaving words into a tale. I can't place my finger on it, but there's some kind of warmth in your narration which I enjoy to the hilt! Keep going...I wanna read more :)

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    1. Thanks so much, Vinodini. Reading such kind comments are an inspiration. To write better :)

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  4. You know each time i come over to read your articles i find them more and more amazing.. this one is so lovely .. and dont worry I am not bragging or saying this to flatter you ..

    Bikram's

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    1. You have always been too kind, Bikram. Thank you! It warms my heart to hear that there are people who like what I write :)

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  5. Nice one Di...onnumillatha onnu ithrem beautiful akkiyillee...

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  6. She should move on. It's what's best for her.

    P.S. I'm in love with your writing. You keep me coming back for more :)

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    1. She will. I fervently hope she listens to her heart and moves on.

      P.S. - I love you! Please let me know your name :)

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  7. That was touching. better late than never. Time to live again :) Wonderful it is :)

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    1. Thanks so much :) Yes, it's never too late to start anew!

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  8. Beautiful! Magical..what more can I say..a story, however simple it is, can touch the heart if woven correctly and you manage to do that with every story of yours..loved it, Aathira! :-)

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    1. Thanks so much, Uma :) I love your comments!

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  9. This was well done! And I agree with Bikram, each time I come back, I am amazed by the piece you write... the fact that you are able to conjure a fiction almost everyday itself is wonderful :)

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    1. Thanks a bunch, Seeta :) Glad to know that I'm improving bit by bit! Fiction is something in which I have a lot to learn, still..

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  10. its so beautifully written. As I always say, I love reading your posts :) !

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  11. Aathira this is really touching. Why do girls fall for married men knowing very well that there is no future for them.

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    1. Thank you, Usha Ma'am. At times, the heart never listens to your head. That could be why!

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  12. Very very beautifully written. The picture of the sunset that you create in our minds is alluring! I'm glad you chose to end the story that way.

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    1. Awww...! Thanks a lot Soumyaa :) I'm glad that you liked it and the way it ends.

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    1. Thanks so much, Sweetheart! This is the third one this month :) My post shall be coming up soon.

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  14. that is inspiring. it is always a folly to fall in love with a married man. nice one :)

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  15. She did the right thing. Its weird that I know someone who has had a tale just like this. Exactly like this.

    Loved the simple narration that speaks volumes.

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    1. Thank you, Soumya!

      I hope that person took the right decision in real life when the time came.

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  16. Well woven. This line - " I wanted to get rid of all traces of him from my body. My heart, I knew, would take longer." - Just loved it. :) :)

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  17. It was never meant to be a story in itself, just an incomplete chapter on crumpled paper discarded in the trash bin. Harsh, but happens. It's good that she understood it :)

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    1. You have hit the nail on the head with your comment, Keirthana! Thank you :) Yes, life can be harsh sometimes.

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  18. Beautiful......I'm happy she understood her true worth...! Simple, yet so poignant !

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