Monday, November 1, 2010

The Epitome Of Anger

Fuming with rage, She took that white piece of paper in her hand and sprung out of the bed. She stamping her feet angrily on the stairs as she climbed up and promised herself that she would never talk to him again. Not after what he did. Her mother had always taught her that forgiveness comes from an open heart, with no conditions attached. All these years, Amira had followed the path of forgiveness, a disrupted road it was yet it brought a sense of inner peace to her. It always did. She had forgiven him even on occasions she wasn't expected to be liberal. But today it was different. She gave a dirty look to the closed door behind which he was probably taking the last drag of his Marlboro. She imagined him sitting lazily on his rust-coloured bean bag wearing nothing but his favourite jockey boxers. And that aggravated her more. He had to learn to let go of his bachelorhood soon. Very soon. His habits always blew her up but she had always taken control of her anger. And today, his habits bothered her more than they ever did.

Sometimes, forgiveness doesn't work. You need to be vocal about your partner's faults, sit back and discuss them one at a time. Ignoring them may work for a few months, or a few years if both of you share a compromising nature. But it doesn't work that way in the long run. Amira was a little different. Not once in these 11 years that they had spent together, had she uttered a word against him. Whenever she found herself out of control, she would simply lock herself in her room and weep. But not a word against him or even his habits. 11 years, she had lived with him, not in the same house, but she had been totally committed to him.And since the past 1 year they had been sharing the same house. And it wasn't just Amira who showered her love onto Daksh. He too loved her. With all his might. Yes, a man loves a woman with his might. His physical strength, his vigour and his passion, together they make him strong enough to stand up to her demands. It is with his might that he becomes capable of looking after her. And so was Daksh, who loved Amira with all his might.

But there has to be a limit. A saturation point. Everybody reaches a saturation point at some time or the other, beyond which they refuse to take no more. Amira's life resembled a Pepsi bottle. All through her life she had ignored every issue that had bothered her. It got bottled up inside her. It isn't that she did not get a chance to speak up, she did get it. But she chose to stay mum. But when you open a Pepsi bottle after shaking it left, right and centre, all that's inside rushes out with all its might. A woman's might. An infuriated might. Shaken by Daksh's carelesslenss, Amira could no longer control her anger. She wanted to barge inside. There was no looking back. She had decided to call off the wedding. And that thought made her clench her fist, almost crushing the white paper, the receipt in her hand. She raised her arm and brought it close to her eyes. Twenty two lakh rupees, it screamed at her. Though the description wasn't readable but she could make out that it was a diamond necklace. She knew that Daksh couldn't afford that necklace. She also knew that his mother wouldn't have paid for that necklace or Amira would have known. But she had neither seen such a necklace nor had heard anybody talking about buying one. The date on the receipt said that it was bought 7 months ago. Living in the same house, sharing the same almirahs, the same lockers in the bank, she had not seen any necklace which was this expensive. If she didn't know about that piece of jewellery, it simply meant that Daksh had gifted it to some other woman just like he had gifted that ring to Swati, his friend from college. She had not questioned him then. She didn't know where did he get that money from. She didn't know how good a friend she was to him. She didn't know if he was fooling around with her. She simply trusted him. She knew that he loved her. She had just remained silent.

Unable to resist, she turned the knob unsure of what words would come out from her. She entered. It all looked different. Daksh wasn't sitting lazily on his bean bag. There was no cigarette smell in the air. He wasn't in his boxer shorts. His usually unkempt bed was carefully made. Clothes which were always strewn all over the place, were perhaps resting neatly in his almirah. Shoes, carefully lined up under the bed. And right in the middle there was Daksh, sitting on his bed. He was busy scribbling something. He didn't see Amira enter the room. Confused, Amira walked towards him. He looked up. Surprised to see her inside, he quickly grasped the red box lying on the bed and before he could realise what he was doing he hid it behind himself. But before Amira could say anything, he brought the box in front, looked straight in her eye and said, "Amira, look here." He took a deep breathe and said "This box contains all the money that I had saved in these years. This box is an account of all the hardwork that I have put in. Kept in this box are all those days which I had spent away from you, working late in the office. All those gifts that I had always wanted to buy for you but I didn't that time, they are all in this box. Before we get married, I want to return all that was meant for you." Saying this, he handed her the box and planted a kiss on her forehead.

Amira did not utter a word. All through her life she had followed the path of forgiveness. Just once, she wished to deviate from that path. Thankfully, she didn't or else her life would have ended up in a mess. Amira loosened her grip and let the receipt fall down. Numb from shock, she just managed to hug him.

22 comments:

@ease said...

and here comes an amazing story line from the keyboard of lady chanz. m glad u r bak wid bang.
liked the description through out the story especially the way u hav described the physical attributes...i felt as if i was ther in that room too. nicely done.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

well when the heart is pure, nothing goes wrong...
Even the lady called 'Fate' smiles benevolently on those and gets them out of harms way.

It is a beautiful story, very beautiful indeed. I wonder if there can be a saturation point in true love? Its all about innovation :P

Chanz said...

@ease : you have no idea how happy your comment made me. I think it is one of the best compliments a writer can get.. Thank you so much...

Chanz said...

@ BA : if there isn't any saturation point in true love then there definitely must be a tolerance level. Different words but they almost mean the same. Haha..

Anjali Gaur said...

Good story indeed..you are getting better and better...thanks to all the good comments given by your blog visitors which definately includes me...

Chanz said...

@ Anjali : Haha.. Ofcourse... My followers motivate me to write better...

Sakshi said...

Finally a great ending. Thanks for this Happy happy ending in the festival season!

Lovely story though. You are becoming a great story teller :)

Nikita Banerjee said...

What an interesting piece of fiction! I never expected such an ending but it was a good one! Happy Diwali!

supriya said...

ultimate and beautiful..!!

Anonymous said...

so.. the guy is required to have a 20L diamond necklace out of his whole earnings..

to encounter all the anger and get a "hug" as "surprise gift" hamper?

Chanz said...

@ Sakshi : thanks girl... :)

Chanz said...

@ Nikita : Hehee... thanks... :) happy diwali to u too..

Chanz said...

@ Supriya : thanks sweety..

Chanz said...

@ anonymous : Yes.. For a guy who is about 30 years old, his savings couldn't have been more than 20L unless he comes from a rich family, which is not true in our case...

PS : I would prefer if u could be bold enough and ask these questions without remaining anonymous... Or else don't comment at all.. Stay away...

Anonymous said...

it is your blog you can use any language for anyone.

btw the age of this guys was not indicated anywhere..
my regrets if it is urs..

rich or poor.. i know nothing about u.. so.. can't comment.

and anonymous name is better than putting on fake names like.. "you know" it all!

and chadhane pe chane wale ko ______ kehte hai!

thanks.

Chanz said...

@ Anonymous : First and foremost, this is not the story of my life. My age and my wealth have no relevance here. This is purely fiction.
Secondly, it is your inability that you cannot even understand simple words. If the age wasn't explicitly mentioned, there are cues given for people to form a picture of their own. Thirdly, a fake name with a link to their profile is better than anonymous people who are so coward that they are not even capable of criticizing openly.
Lastly, the idiom that you used in the end reflects your own background.

Anonymous said...

As if You never used an abusive word in your entire life Miss..

lol.

Anonymous said...

Miss Chanzz.

I carry less patience. and i am aware of my poor listening habbit.

YOu are a great writer. Carry it with you.

Your plans can not get successful, irrespective of what you call me or mention or whatsoever words u choose.
u know what i mean.

So.. finally. chapter close.

good luck. and may god bless you.

Anonymous said...

http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/profile.php?id=100001783551659

for addressing your curiosity!

Jai ho!

Shivani said...

No doubt that you shine when you describe the intricacies.. but this story has too happy an ending for real life. This all sounds too surreal to me. Love and such words are meaningless dude. Real life sucks. Here you don't get pleasant surprises but unexpected shocks.

Chanz said...

@ Shivani : Well, this story revolves more around a real scenario. The girl, for instance, was compelled to commit a mistake. It was her anger that was leading her to do that. She was prepared for a break off. If we compare her with our own lives. How often does it happen that we make up our minds to do things when we are angry which we wouldn't have otherwise done. Circumstances prevent us from making mistakes and that is when become thankful of not committing a mistake. This is exactly the case here.

Like you, even I am a person who does not believe in love. But somewhere deep inside, I dream of love. Somewhere, there is a man who loves a woman like this. I just hope it is true..

*Sigh*

Real life sucks..

Rashmi said...

Ah! I agree with Shivani and then followed by your comment my dear chandu :)

Real Life Sucks! I know i am saying this but i also know how painful i feel inside.

My thoughts exactly, non-believer but would keep my fingers crossed :|