The drudgeries of life
Monday, May 21, 2007
The irony called life
Trust was no longer inherent... he had long since realized the importance of being prudent. It doesn't pay to get deceived under such circumstances anyway. Experience told him that.
She didn't know what trust was all about, let alone prudence. No, she wasn't ignorant... she merely saw things from a different point of view...
He scanned the people in view for that give away body language... twitching fingers, quivering eyelids, that labile tongue wetting those already moist lips... the countenance which one is apt to possess when confusion and haste override indecision leading to an erroneous move!
She saw the same things that he did but was oblivious of the details he so meticulously assimilated. She was rather amazed at the sheer number of living beings in their vehicles, rushing hither and thither on the streets that sunny afternoon. Her lovely big round green eyes took in everything yet missed such a lot.
He contemplated the movement of the vehicles, his eyes darted about focusing for nanoseconds on the indicators and the brake lights... a bit further down the street, she admired the rainbow colours, keeping track of the count of colors on her little fingers, the glint of sunlight off the colored metal having an entrancing effect on her.
No wonder he caught a glimpse of the sweaty driver, the epitome of frustration and recklessness, driving the rampant lorry coming from the opposite direction, rattling and swerving violently. His exposure to such instances in his 10 odd years of driving saw him steer clear of harm's way, if only by an inch! She in her five measly years of existence, for the first time finding herself on her own in such a crowded environment... by sheer mischance not having her tiny fingers enveloped in her parents' assuring and protective grip!
The whizzing monster hurtling down the road was the last thing she ever marvelled at as she strayed out onto the tar road... The screeching of the brakes somewhere behind told him someone back there hadn't been cautious enough, and he moved on...
She didn't know what trust was all about, let alone prudence. No, she wasn't ignorant... she merely saw things from a different point of view...
He scanned the people in view for that give away body language... twitching fingers, quivering eyelids, that labile tongue wetting those already moist lips... the countenance which one is apt to possess when confusion and haste override indecision leading to an erroneous move!
She saw the same things that he did but was oblivious of the details he so meticulously assimilated. She was rather amazed at the sheer number of living beings in their vehicles, rushing hither and thither on the streets that sunny afternoon. Her lovely big round green eyes took in everything yet missed such a lot.
He contemplated the movement of the vehicles, his eyes darted about focusing for nanoseconds on the indicators and the brake lights... a bit further down the street, she admired the rainbow colours, keeping track of the count of colors on her little fingers, the glint of sunlight off the colored metal having an entrancing effect on her.
No wonder he caught a glimpse of the sweaty driver, the epitome of frustration and recklessness, driving the rampant lorry coming from the opposite direction, rattling and swerving violently. His exposure to such instances in his 10 odd years of driving saw him steer clear of harm's way, if only by an inch! She in her five measly years of existence, for the first time finding herself on her own in such a crowded environment... by sheer mischance not having her tiny fingers enveloped in her parents' assuring and protective grip!
The whizzing monster hurtling down the road was the last thing she ever marvelled at as she strayed out onto the tar road... The screeching of the brakes somewhere behind told him someone back there hadn't been cautious enough, and he moved on...
14 Comments:
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is this a true story???
i hope that it didn't really happen, beautiful post though!
touching.
when does your novel hit the market stevie?
hey...great writing...keep doing the same...
:)
great post
hope it dint hppn ?
Touched the heart...
Leave its mark deep inside my mark..
Take care...
beautiful riting dude!!does the story continue?:P
@dc
softie :p
@jen
nope! just linked a couple of instances from my life and came up with this!
@sur
thanks! and no, it didnt happen, thank god
@gee
oh well!
@debu
considering that it takes me a minimum of 3 days to come up with just one post... another 20 years :D
@jeya
thanks mate!
@desh
tq! nope it didnt happen... at least not as me as the witness
@shruti
:)
@aparna
thanks kid! no, this is it! now get back to studies:p
aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!...i dont think ir's enough..again....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah *girlish shriek with hand on mouth*
awwwwwwwwww...
Yes are you offering to treat me to a few? I like chocolate, vanilla, mango, oh well Iam not that fussy really. Thank you in advance.
@malvika
omg! i'm blushing thanks to your reaction!!
@phoenix
:)
@dc
got just one thing to say to u.... piiiiggy :p
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