No More…
It was cold. She let an involuntary shiver pass through her body and went to the windows to close them shut. Leaning against the windowsill, she felt the blast of chillness sting her colourless, gaunt cheeks. The cheeks that once flushed pink with pleasure and health at the touch of that one hand.
She looked at the clothes that carelessly lay on her bed – her expensive zardosi sari, the intricately embroidered blouse – and wondered at the futility of the beauty that they offered. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. How true, she thought.
At the party, her otiose grace and perfect socializing would show no indication of the despondency that plagued her – She would go looking like a million dollars. But what was the use of a million dollars if there was no one to spend it. And no one to spend it on.
Of course, there would be men. Many of them – handsome, smooth and gallant. They would flirt with her and shower her with a deluge of compliments. But for all their attention, not one of them would see the coldness and contempt in her eyes. Or rather would refuse to see it. They would rather prefer to humour their egos and appease their insufferable male pride.
He was like that too. Brash, egoistic, self-righteous and passionate. She recalled the first time he touched her. How can the touch of a man do so much, she remembered musing. She’d had no idea. With that one touch, he’d made her feel loved, desired, cared for, protected, levitated, intoxicated. Intoxicated. She remembered telling him, that she felt incredibly drunk and incredibly happy.
Then, a sudden gust of wind took away the warmth of those memories even as it took away the warmth of her body. She was back in the present. It was cold. She let an involuntary shiver pass through her body and went to the windows to close them shut. Leaning against the windowsill, she felt the blast of chillness sting her colourless, gaunt cheeks. The cheeks that once flushed pink with pleasure and health at the touch of that one hand. The hand that would touch her no more…
Would you agree to be my script and dialogue writer if at all I make a movie some day?
@velocity:
i’m flattered! 
u liked it all that much?? :O
of course!!
Brilliant…you know what this reminds me of..it reminds me of a depressed female socialite out of a Shobha De book.:D Well written!!
@hamsini:
and what book was that?? i love shoba de – read almost all of her work! 
thanks!
Yeah,I like Shobha De too.No particular book.But almost all her books have this poor little rich stereotypical socialites.
@hamsini:
uh-huh…there was this book called Snapshots – about a school reunion of sorts – classic material!!
though i read the book quite a while back – this post was inspired by one of the characters in Snapshots!
Aaaaaaaah.So I was not completely off track.Hang on,Snapshots by Shobha De only right?
@hamsini:
yup her wonly – my copy has sonali bendre on the cover. you’ve read it?
Yep.:)
we have to talk…
are you planning to become a film director!!!
@sagaro:
umm..yes…are u trying to play the protective big brother role??
@anin:
no….why? why?
i wonder why girls are such awesome writers….i never can even if i have to plagiarize with slight modifications
Remember that day (bloggers meet) Jammy told us the key behind prolific writing is to get married…well i would say get a gf who writes well and in the process to prove ur prowess you produce beautiful pieces of writings
U read the crap shoba de writes??
*raised eyebrow*
she seems to let lots of involuntary shivers pass through her !
hmm this is like a cross between what ayn rand comes up with when she decides to plague the readers with romance and what you usually write !
with lets say about 80 % ayn rand
you can be proud of yourself though, the M&B stuff was worse
@sharique:
i infer from ur comment that u liked what i wrote – thank you! thank you!
and ur technique to write well shows a LOT of promise!! hehe!!
)
@me:
she does NOT write crap. :O :O i happen to like Shoba De. She’s a raw, powerful writer.
@paddy:
u just made my whole WEEK!! hee!! 
80% Ayn Rand??!!
and i’d rather you don’t compare me with M&B!!!! :O
oh yes i really liked it. and i have been through it so u CAN see the results now
oh yes i really liked it. and i have been through it so u CAN see the results now
It was…intense. Can’t think of a better word! Greta stuff!!!
ayn rand *puke*
@sharique:
you’ve bin thru THIS??!! :O agonizing!! :O :O
@kaju:
thanks!!!!
@sagaro:
worsht taste. Ayn Rand Rocks. Period.
“Raw, powerful” my foot!
Anyway henceforth try more suspense sans the romance pls.
Ayn Rand *fart*
@sharique:
no feeling!! you didn’t really miss anything!!
@me:
each to his own. i like Shoba De. you don’t.
@sagaro:
grrr…..!! :O
ayn rand *flush*
@sagaro:
now please – before i kill you and throw u into koovam!
Hmmm,
Reminds me of gori teri aankhein’s video. You know the song, right? (Lucky Ali and Kavitha Krishnamurthy I guess).
Yenniway nice work lady!
ayn rand *burp*
@poorna:
and i love that song!! *hums to herself*
thanks bud!!
you notice i said “ayn rand writing romance” ?
she sucks big time at it…big time.
@paddyman:
thank you for your insightful comments! now, kindly sheddup!
I wonder why ur sidebar takes so much time to load?