Monday, November 28, 2011

Story-stand

{FICTION}

Sitting leisurely in the coffee shop for the past 45 minutes, time seem to slip out of my hands, but I hardly bothered.. I was alone but not lonely.. What is the difference one may ask.. Isn’t there a difference? I would reply.

The second black coffee was almost complete and I had already ordered for the third one, the boy who serves, was just peeping once in a while at my side, just to see if it was time to refill. It seemed to him that I was waiting for some one.. was I? I am not sure.. the wait had been for so long that I forgot for whom and what.. I just waited...

 I took the “Fountainhead” that lay upside down in front of me, I didn’t need a bookmark, the whole book was mine, like my room. To some, “familiarity breeds contempt” but to me, it breeds passion, the deep rooted passion that prolongs and deepens my wait… Why Fountainhead? I was not sure, my mood was rebellious, just like every other day.. but today it reached the peak, that I needed some thing to dampen it, but I took something that amplifies it.. No anxiety encircled me, I knew his future, good triumphs over evil without the ideology getting tampered, my evil mind was not ready to accept it, I wanted him to suffer and may be suffer more to the edge where doubt would encircle him, I loathed Rand that every one has a break point and he must too.. If he did break.. Would I be waiting for him now..

As I let him sink deeper, she came in too.. I didn’t resist, there was no envy but a mere satisfaction of true worship.. I had given her a face, features of a girl I had known long ago. It suited her well but he remained faceless and vague. Every time I reach the peak of imagination to draw him in mind, it rejects and shoots back the pencil leaving me with an incomplete sketch, but today I saw him clearly, sitting in the opposite table, sipping coffee. Was it the rush of caffeine or did my mind respond finally? There he was!!! sitting leisurely the angular nose, sharp striking and intelligent eyes, hollow cheeks and rigid lips that considered thrice before smiling and those long slender fingers that held the coffee mug like a true possessor, he enchanted me with his appearance.. Every thing was perfect, just the way I excepted, except the hair, it was not orange flame, but the charred burnt soot, curly and tied to a little pony. I picturized it free and rebellious, fighting the mighty wind. I preferred it that way!!

I didn’t turn when he looked in my direction, I didn’t blush, I just gazed. My heart didn’t beat faster, nor did my hair behind the ears shoot up straight, no butterflies in my stomach.. 
Haven’t I known him so long, and finally it set in me.. that the familiarity didn’t breed contempt or passion; It bred freedom to my endless unfinished sketches. Our eyes met, how long I didn’t know. But when I did know, I swiftly got up, paid the bill and walked away as fast as I could, before he decides to make the move or at least smile.. As I turned the corner, I saw the trail of an amused stare leave me too. What if he speaks, what if he proves to be just simple.. what if he is a beautifully painted Urn with nothing but boasty air inside.. should I risk my Roark? I wouldn't..

I knew that I would never ever see him again; this one look however was enough for me to have him visit me again and again. Every time I open the book, every time I thought of it, every time I felt for it, he would be there as my One–storystand! and just that..!

22 comments:

  1. I like this new unusual bend of your stories. :)Need I say? This is amazing!

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  2. aaaaah !!
    nicely written
    reminded me of the moments i had when i had read that book..
    there is a magnetic charm in Rand's words that pull you towards the character..
    loved the way you related your quest for the face of Roark..

    cheers !!

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  3. Interesting...taking it in...

    Ah! When did I give up on Howard Roark and John Galt? If Ayn Rand had made them face a Kafkaesque real world where the longest wait brings no hope or dream or understanding or clarity or victory, then I would have loved those guys a little longer? Heroes should die an early death...tragedy makes a hero!

    :)))

    Now, don't ask me what that means...HaHa

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  4. :)AYN RAND will be very happy if he reads this :)
    You re great at fiction too !

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  5. When words come alive in form of vision, then its the best...like this one.

    Howard Roark...ahh!!! I love him :)

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  6. Too good!Too too good!I would say this is a piece which I would read and read without getting cloyed! It's exquisite KP! There are so many lines I savored with a heaviness in my heart which pulled me into a literary pit from where I struggled to get out!
    "To some, “familiarity breeds contempt” but to me, it breeds passion, the deep rooted passion that prolongs and deepens my wait…"....and the subsequent- "and finally it set in me.. that the familiarity didn’t breed contempt or passion; It bred freedom to my endless unfinished sketches." still lingers in my mind!
    I wont forget this one! What a brilliant knitting of words and ideas and imagination and fantasy! It just rocked! Keep it up sweet heart:)

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  7. Superb kp! Excellent.. this is classy..loved it

    .. As I turned the corner, I saw the trail of an amused stare leave me too. What if he speaks, what if he proves to be just simple.. what if he is a beautifully painted Urn with nothing but boasty air inside.. my favourite

    There is beauty in the words and a fantastic feel too.. applause dear

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  8. Wonderful and familiarity does bring passion to me as well!

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  9. oh! my goodness..! so surreal and scrumptious

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  10. Some very amazing lines...I especially liked this one -

    'Every time I reach the peak of imagination to draw him in mind, it rejects and shoots back the pencil leaving me with an incomplete sketch, ..'

    It narration is crisp, slick..And should I say..mysterious?

    A very abstract thing explained emphatically!

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  11. I seriously have no words to say how awesome your writing it.
    Too good kp! :)

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  12. This is an ode to Fountain Head :) Don't kill me if I say, I am yet to read...

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  13. Hi Sameera - Thanks dear..! glad u liked the change!!

    Hey Meoww - ha ha! every one of us, adore the characters don't we? happy that you could connect with it.. :)

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  14. Hello Arjun Mashe - Ah..! so we can agree on a point don't we? I felt the same way, that Rand was easy on them.. Why doesnt she let them suffer.. like Kira.. she made her die!
    I totally get what u meant there.. unless the comment has a twist on its own.. :)

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  15. Hi Rahul Bhatia - Thank you!

    Hello Deepak - Oh that makes me feel good..! but Rand is a "she" :)

    Hey Beyond Horizon - I never felt that many would connect with this..! glad u are one!! :)

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  16. Hi Nasnin - I always adore the way u comment.. and at times it just wants me to push my luck and write better just to read your lovely comments..! thanks a million dear for being a wonderful support!

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  17. Hey Pygma - hmm.. isnt it a thrill to let someone be amused and surprised of us? I sometimes feel that the words u mentioned here are just every women fear when they see a man.. hope u agree..
    thank you! for the wonderful comment!

    Hey Saru - thank you dear..

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  18. Hi Rupertt - thanks a lot for the visit and the comment!

    Hey Kunal - Mysterious in fiction are not always mysterious in real life.. right? don't u agree??

    Hi Siddhartha - Unexpected? should i take it in a good way or bad way?? :)

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  19. Hey Bagya - Thanks a lot dear..!!

    Hey Chintan - Oh you haven't read it..? i guess u should.. :) it is rebellious, passionate, lovely and had been my Bible for a long time.. :)

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  20. you should write a book. i would love to read the entire story.

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