I Think

A short story

(… for which I couldnt come up with a name)

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He had found the perfect woman and fallen in love. It was love at first sight, although he denied it to himself and anybody who cared to ask, nobody ever did.

His initial approach was deflected adroitly with an indifference characteristic of those who have seen many such. It took a while for him to understand that she was acting like a squirrel, like one of those cynical bastards that roam around casually but scamper up a tree the minute one walks up to it with a hand full of walnuts and stays there teasing one to try the same next day. In time she mellowed a little and the two grew to know each other. He felt a certain warmth when she was around and knew the feeling was mutual. Life, all of a sudden seemed pleasant and incredibly fun. It was as if she had walked into the dusty, sepia-tinted world of his and said hang on.. this isnt right and with a wave of her hand turned it into a six year old’s colorbook.

He thought that she was a bit like a camel, specifically the one from aesop’s, he had only allowed her a soft little corner in his heart but she had quickly moved in entirely and started shooing everything else away in a very proprietorial manner. He wished he would stop comparing her to ugly desert animals, it sounded vaguely insulting. He also wished he knew what she thought of him and set out to find it. Like the crow that dropped pebbles into the pot, he dropped hints in the hope that she would spill out what she had in her heart. All he ended up finding was that such matters do not follow Archimedian principles. He decided that the best thing to do was to tell her how he felt.

Expressing love is a lot like filing your tax returns, you declare everything, earnestly, you are a little worried if you have done it right, you think you are entitled to some kind of a return, what happens most of the time is you dont get anything back, and what more, you should have known it a lot earlier. It was quite natural that he was terrified of taking this simple step. He couldnt rid his mind of the proverbial saying ‘man proposes, woman disposes’. He thought to himself Oh crap, life throws a lemon, some people make lemonade, here I am, cutting it into two and rubbing it over my eyes.

He saw her coming from quite a distance. He couldnt help wondering at her mastery of the art of looking great even in the simplest of dresses, it never ceased to amaze him. She spotted him and waved at him. He waved back and waited for her to come around. She started talking even before he had completed his hi. He had no clue what it was about, there was this drill sergeant’s voice in his head that kept screaming at him to pull himself together and start talking. He kept filling his side of the conversation with hmms, ohs and other mono-syllabic responses. She quickly noticed that he wasnt paying attention and gave him a is everything alright? look. He wanted to tell her Thank you for asking. I am just a little nervous here, on the verge of a panic attack as a matter of fact, my heart is beating so fast that should a hummingbird pass by it would ask me to go easy, otherwise everything is alright, but reserved the sarcasm for better times and instead looked up at the late evening sky. A couple of stars winked at him encouragingly while the rest held their breath. He smiled back at them, took a deep breath, looked into her eyes and said…
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6 thoughts on “A short story

    • i just wanted to use the tax returns metaphor, so spun something around that. so avlo daan 😀

      (athuve pedants will point that returns != refund)

  1. Ummm.. You could have done some more spinning and taken it to fruition. At least in the story:) LOL! on aesop’s camel and squirrel!

    • I had a couple more kid stories lined up.. the guy building an edifice in his heart out of sticks and straws and worrying that the girl will come and blow it up like the fox in three little piggies.. and the archimedian part was also the crow/pot/water/pebble story badly mashed inside.
      and the ending was bad. agreed.

  2. janani says:

    the first 2 para was terrific…and i liked the way u described her bringing colour to ur life…:)the third para had too much of animals in it that it somehow felt out of line and flow…too many similies and comparisons..and abt the tax returns-a nice thought..and the lemonade was jus at the right place:)
    last para was a disaster prolly cause i am a romantic and i would ve liked u churn it into a beautiful ever happy relationship jus like in the movies..but hell!!but since u are u, ending is expected:)

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