A Word in Private

As the morning washed the remnants of a long night, beckoning the bloom and caressing the withered, I slid out of what has been the most restless of my nights; dotted flamboyantly with the sardonic and soporific images of the insignificant impromptu.  Well, that should do for the usual cliched description and boring imagery. But, does brevity span the abnormal? I guess not. It’s never too late to realize this. As the train of disconnected but meaningful thoughts flowed through the leftovers of last night,streaming a headache. A remnant, a hangover, the effect.

Situation may seem abnormal, but the cause needn’t be. And the cause being normal does not reflect upon the abnormality of the effect. Well, to stick to this philosophy I shall give the mundane cause behind this incongruous effect.

As usual, a delightfully late entry into the crowded cake shop marked my unobserved entrance. Found out that the special was the tempting mixture of black forest dipped in orange nectar and topped with orange. A tangy temptation. After managing to squeeze two out of the counter, I came and sat at the already occupied table. No response; even this is usual. Was I ever punctual? As Rembrandt put it {\emph Sincerity is the eventual deception of all great men}. Well, I never understood this.

As an author, everyone faces difficulties in voicing their opinions. Some are cordoned by self restrictions, some by personal affairs and the others by society. I thought I have been always free of these. But now, mine seem to be of the second type. I can write fluently and do not care about what the society thinks. But, it seems you have to be bound lest your pen runs free. Sincere apologies to all the red pens that strike through the life, for this comment; you are just being dumb like the donkeys that were tied to grind-stones with their eyes covered, who think that they have travelled miles. The other day I published my third of the anthologies. Maybe it got personal. Well, it is impossible as an author not to give out something personal some time or the other with or without realizing. I realized the adverse effects of this only now. A core collapse, distant and cold looks. I sandpapered my throat with the tangerine sands, considering an elopement from the clutches of everything; to a place of serenity, sanity and solitariety.

That’s what had happened. After that everything was a blur; a storm of emotions crashing upon a damp cliff. The precipice below which lays the society. A salinated tangy flavor broke through the softer parts of the hard set stone. And fissure upon fissure formed in the stone by the violence of love. And then I thanked the one. Crumbled.

“Farewell.”  That was the word that I fumbled as I made an exit. Coincidence? The word that changed my life. The reply that answered itself. I woke up to live the life this has presented me with. It will never be the same again. I will go to the shop again to have the day’s special.