Thursday, October 27, 2011

Passion

They had known each other for more than ten to twelve years, from the late school years to the present times, they met occasionally once in an year in the maximum and all in a public gatherings, like a reunion or some special events in a common friends life. When they spoke, it looked like mere acquaintance, chit chatting lazily just for the sake of talking, but inside something stirred every time they met.

They both knew the inevitable, but never bothered to acknowledge it or delayed the acknowledgment. When a friend invites him to a gathering, he would carelessly enquire about the others who would show-up, the friend always mentioned her name with less importance, not because she was not pretty, but because he was not interested in her. But he would be there for sure, if she attended. She on the other hand never enquired but something told her of his presence at times, but she never took pain in dressing up for him, she wanted him to see her the way she is. 


This unsaid intimacy never blocked them from seeing others, they both did, and once she went to a party with another guy, she thought he would be jealous, but he merely glanced and ignored her and she knew that he didn’t approve of her taste, she ignored that thought too.

This time, they met after an interval of two years, on a lavish party thrown by a common friend Aravind, who tasted the abundance of money lately that, everything around him looked extravagant. This party was for no apparent reason, except that Aravind wanted to show-off that money could make him attractive and a mockery of those unsuccessful friends.

As she walked into the room she felt his presence, even before Aravind took her to the far corner where he stood sipping a cocktail, even before she saw him she felt him. His eyes too, followed her from the moment she walked in, his eyes outlined her and her body, but there was no look of admiration in them, which made her want him more than ever. When others were drooling over her, he stayed away. But she was conscious of him and knew that he was delaying the conversation, just like her. The wait was divine, they waited until the pleasure of the speech couldn’t be held anymore. A mere conversation was itself like love making to them, prolonging the pleasure more, built up the impact of the climax, and they both reached that state together, though they stood at least some ten feet apart and not looking at each other. 
This followed itself with a slow passive walk towards each other, with a pleasant smile extended only in their eyes. Then they spoke as if they meet everyday and speak and then merged with the crowd of friends nearby as if nothing happened.  

A thread of conversation was started by some unknown face in the crowd from his business to politics to illicit relation to love and to passion. It’s a pity how the thread flows dealing everything from temple to sewage and back to reverence in one shot. "What is passion?" A sudden question was somehow directed to him by the pretty girl, who was interested in him. 
He answered without thinking, “It is a blend of victory, submission, power, weakness an act of existence, like the animal fight with blood spill, and silent acknowledgment of power over each other and the blood of both combining in a pool of red”. He spoke plainly and people accepted it saying very nice, but the pretty girl was nowhere to be seen. He smiled to himself, though people were polite he saw revulsion in their eyes, except in hers that was what he wanted, someone not just to accept him as he is, but also understand and blend with it.

After fourteen days there was a gentle knock in her door, and when she opened it, she saw him, they couldn’t delay any further, he moved inside and the whole house echoed with his words, that were not spoken by lips but it reverberated in the room and in her ears, “I have never wanted anyone, and felt this indifferent to a same person like with you, we both like to taunt each other and enjoy the pain, I know I will curse myself for coming here today, but if not with you how will I ever taste passion? Although we both know that we will never end up together to live happily ever after we will always seek each other like now”. Her eyes nodded in unison.

31 comments:

  1. Hmm..flows smoothly and ends with a bang! :)

    Nice!

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  2. Very nice, KP...passionate, indeed! Do keep on writing. The way it built up was very nice. But I didn't like the last two paragraphs. One, I didn't like the guy preach about passion (made him sound like a bore); and two, I didn't want them to have the pleasure of a passionate kiss.

    HaHa...but, that's just me being cruel. Don't mind me, ok? :)))

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  3. The subtle but unspoken love has been captured well in the story that culminated expectedly in the passionate union albeit temporarily as stated

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  4. Awesome..just awesome..i haven't read a story till date so thrilling..truly passionate and tells galore..

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  5. Hi Sameera - Thanks dear..

    Hi Alcina - thank you for the visit firstly, and heart felt thanks for liking this passion..

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  6. Hi Arjun Mashe - Thanks for the genuine heart felt review, even i had to debate with myself on the last para.. but i liked it this way!
    The lip locking was a cliche right? i felt it so too.. Removed it boss.. :)

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  7. Hey Partha - yes.. that what u said would be the summed up version of the story.. it was not temp but they knew that they wouldn't end up together.. at times, such feelings exist ;)

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  8. Lovely.. I liked the way the description of the emotions keep the reader interested. After trawling through the net reading college romances about meeting in cafe coffe days this seemed like something truly different. Though it shouldn't be but power does play an important part in relationships!

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  9. Haa.. that was too good.. nice story :)

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  10. I would come back to this when I am completely relaxed. I don't want to go superficially through your works:-) We'll be back for an attentive read:-)

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  11. I loved the definition of passion...A beautiful story, ending is superb!

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  12. Hi Meera - My pleasure to see you here! thanks a lot.. and thanks for the wonderful remark.. and cant one feel power and submission over the same person? just asking :)

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  13. Hi Bagya - Thank you!

    Hi Rahul - Thank you.. guess u are happy with the happy ending! :)

    HI Nasnin - Ofcourse dear.. I am waiting!!

    Hi Saru - thank you

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  14. nice story KP.loved the flow of the writing. took the reader with it

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  15. Hi KP
    Thanks for the wishes. Hope you had a lovely time too.
    Loved ur narration, the way the story moved...loved the characters but the ending... That I felt is what is expected, right! I feel for ur story a platonic end would have been perfect!
    Regards
    Deepa

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  16. is it part 1 of a nice serial? i love the ending, but i felt u could take it more further somehow! :) simple narration with a punch to the emotions portrayed.

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  17. Now that's a gripping tale if there ever was one. Sigh. And the ending.

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  18. "The wait was divine, they waited until the pleasure of the speech couldn’t be held anymore. A mere conversation was itself like love making to them, prolonging the pleasure more, built up the impact of the climax, and they both reached that state together, though they stood at least some ten feet apart and not looking at each other. "

    Though the narration is filled with many great lines..the above were cut above the rest! :D

    And the passion between he and her..reminded me of that between Howard Roark and Dominique Francon in the 'The Fountainhead'!! :)

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  19. Hi Deepa - Thank you Deepa.. but I felt that its no where near platonic.. but its damn pure.. :) confusing huh?

    Hi Leo - No.. I wont be able to do justice to another part.. let it stay like this.. ok? and thanks a lot!

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  20. Terrific! Imagination and character weaving, myriad angles of emotions, twist and turns of longing minds...you play with all these with such an ease that the fiction runs like a rivulet from your highly imaginative mind!

    Another fiction flakes where the ends are so sharp that it injure the reading hearts with enshrouded feelings of the two beings in it...don't stop writing...you are destined to write:-)

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  21. Hi Zeba - Aw! thanks dear.. its just a tale..!

    Hi Kunal - thank you! and Ya! how can any one forget Roark and Dominique.. I will read "Fountainhead" again.. i cant help it I love Ayn rand!

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  22. Hi Nasnin - relaxed huh? I know u would like it.. I just felt it.. wanted to write some thing that speaks passion without literally spelling it out..! hope i did justice..
    Thank you dear.. you keep visiting too!

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  23. Wow! This is all i can say- am a newbie here, glad am following you! How did i miss you out? Lovely story, romantic to the core...Passion explained the best. You rock!

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  24. A great flow... a passionate end... in all a lovely read.
    Loved his definition of passion. :)

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  25. Hi Cloud nine - thanks dear..! happy to have stumbled upon you here..

    Hi Jojo - Aw..! thank you.. err.. u mean my definition? lol

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  26. KP, I slowly moved to the edge of the chair as I was nearing the end of the story. One thing kept occupied my mind; does this happen in real life? Great work again :)

    Cheers,
    Anand
    Life's like that

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  27. Mmm sounds very interesting :D u should do a part 2 ;-) Would love to dive into his thoughts

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  28. Hello Anand - Oh Thank you! But I am not sure if that really happends in real life.. That is why I call it Fiction! and Fction ONLY!!!

    Hey Precious thinking - Thanks dear..but no no.. no more comes to my mind!! ;)

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  29. I was very much immersed with their story. It was passionate indeed. Very well written. :)

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