Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Monday

He hated Mondays. Especially the mornings.

He snuggled deeper into the blankets, stealing a few more drops of slumber before the stealthy sun woke him up fully.

He hated waking up. It was disturbingly similar to taking a relationship beyond being just friends to lovers.There was no going back. He always fell in love. And he always woke up.

He came to with an abrupt start. He could never tell the exact moment he woke up everyday - it was gradually abrupt. Like falling in love was.

His eyelids played with him, refusing to open; his tongue was thick with the taste of yesterday. He rubbed his eyes awake and stretched out, carefully disentangling himself from the mess that his bed was. No sooner had he got up than the cold hit him like a sudden truth. He looked back longingly at his bed, no more a mess to his eyes, but then breathed a sad sigh and got to his feet - the day beckoned.

He surveyed the reality of his room - the stillness in the air; the hazy light that somehow filtered in; the coffee cups with the guilty brown stains lining the white of the china; the muted static on the T.V. ; the clothes strewn all over the few furniture that were there; the smells of the night; the slippers lying lazily at disparate corners...Shivering, he went to the window and violently threw the curtains aside. Sunlight leapt into his eyes and into the room - like a child let loose in a playground - leaving silent shadows in its sunny wake. He welcomed the warmth as he felt it shroud his body in an easy embrace. He was now awake, truly.

And then he saw the cover lying on the table - inconspicuous initially, then incongruous, then intriguing, then inviting; its lavender out of place against the spartan black of the table. He picked it up slowly, as though any hurry would alter the contents of what was inside. He flipped open the envelope, and slid the letter out sensuously into the flat of his palm. It had just the one line on it: "Just didn't have the heart to wake you up" - written in that large, slender, fluid hand of hers.

The corners of his mouth curled down in a smile as the events of yesterday washed over him, and he swore pleasurably.

He hated Mondays. Especially the mornings.

9 comments:

Brood Mode said...

How come the "events of yesterday" were not elaborated. Maybe it would have changed the genre...

Srikar said...

check out my recent post in my writings blog. you were my inspiraton in doing so....

musafir said...

@ brood mode: C'mon, a little imagination never hurts ;)

@ srikar: This is definitely a first! Thanks for making my day!

Everyone needs a muse I guess :-).

Did check out your post; keep up the good work.

The Man Who Wasnt There said...

well this has got be really one of those "Ripley Believe It Or Not" moments!! and seriously I never thought such a day would come at all..let alone so soon....this shows how even the "best laid plans" and "well analyzed patterns" can go wrong! It is like one of those things which you take for granted....like Sun rising in the East,Windies Tail collapsing,Bush making a gaffe,my sexual virility(ahem!)these are things that you "assume" will happen today,tomorrow and will go on for eternity. These are the things that you dont even have to take into consideration. You continue your life least expecting the kind of impact it can have when it goes awry! But it has happened!! Is that just an aberration? or the things does look rosy? Was I being too pessimistic all along? Maybe just maybe I should have given the benefit of doubt...But my certainity was not exactly unjustified as I can prove but then there it was!the thing in question itself! A proof which repudiated all my conclusions and is making me look as silly as that of a George Bush's gaffe! I guess I could brush this all off under the carpet and pretend it never happened....that brief two minutes which has changed the whole way I look at the world now...my convictions..my power of ratiocinations...my insistence on Logic and syllogisms to make anything "sense" to me...all that have been nullified by this sudden revelation that the foundations on which one bases his ideas can be faulty and that would put the whole structure of reasoning and science in chaos! this one mistake is going to cost Science of Reasoning dearly.
And if you are wodnering what caused all this? it was this!
"Brood Mode said...
How come the "events of yesterday" were not elaborated. Maybe it would have changed the genre...
"

Ladies and Gentleman for the first time ever Kavita has made sense....and I Agree with her observation.....
:D

musafir said...

@ girish...!: Much honoured to be the cause of agreement between you two!

PS: Wonder how "brood mode" became "Brood Mode"? Hmmm

. : A : . said...

Nice ending, I really liked the envelope twist. Worth reading through and believing it to be something else, for the reward at the end!

;-)

musafir said...

@ .:a:. : Thanks! The ending is always the toughest part when it comes to pieces like this one. Seems like it turned out well :)

consumerdemon said...

what happened on sunday?? or is it NC17??

musafir said...

@consumer demon: Now what made you think that? ;)
The interpretation is upto you!