“What should I do when
there is nothing that I could do?” He ululated helplessly and the sea howled
back with turbulent waves one after the other lashing angrily on the shore on
that overcast monsoon morning. Yelling, his cries sucked up without trace by
the constant sound of beastly waves beating on the shore and the howling
incessant roar of the wind he went down on his knees and punched
his fist on the wet sand in anger and wretchedness. The sea continued to roar its tumultuous vitriol.
He was swept over with
disgust and wrath- like in epic scale. When all that he can do is
watch and watch in utter impuissance, like a mute spectator, a eunuch! He
wished he could seize the situation and pluck her out from the infestation; bludgeon the maggots who feasted on her and like a child does with care to a cocoon- cup safely in his
closed palms and run farther and farther away from the beasts and the interminable selfish parasites . A pearl not cared for
and it’s worth unnoticed. He felt a deep pang incessantly hammering in him.
If only
one could go back in time machine! He wished.
In a suspended state of
self inflicted denial, perpetually fooling her and the people who wished her
good, she was hoping to conjure a feeling of goodness, and quiet; of love and
harmony. Not many human beings would refuse to be be plowed down like she and still not be
disheveled. Well at least in appearance. The wounds and the scars of these years were well masked. The outward gaiety and exuberance was a decoy, nevertheless the
courage and the clarity of thought was sublime and unseen. The pleasantness in the face and the serene pulchritude was unmatched.
Yet the fact
remained that what shows on the surface- the seeming placidness is a facade
meant for the world, the world of unholy curiosity and callousness
5 comments:
Beautifully worded.The metaphor and simile used here about the sea and shore is alluring.
Had to read a couple of times Anil. You've described well the emotional turmoil with the sea and the waves. Loved it. I am afraid I am still missing the important message here...
@ rudraprayag
Thanks you. Yes sea and rain can tell or reflect many human emotions.
@ Insignia,
B The important message? Nothing particular. Was passing by the sea a few days ago and it was rough , quite violent. I had little earlier read a story and sort of tried making another story juxtaposing both.
Helplessness feels like curse at times. It forces you to do what you dont want to do, thereby making you feel terrible... That feeling is well conveyed here... Nature at times become reflection of our thoughts, liked the way you used here!
@ Locomente,
Well thanks for the appreciation.
Indeed helplessness can be a curse .
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