Sunday, April 11, 2010

Some rain and some coffee












"It's Raining!"
She had to scream to make her voice reach his ears amidst the roaring thunder.

"Yea, and if we don't find a shelter soon, the rain will wash away your make up",
he smiles devilishly at her,
"and I certainly don't want that to happen."

"Why is that?"

He keeps walking and smiles secretly, without looking at her.
She has to run to keep up with his pace.

"Tell me", she raises her voice, "why is that?"

"You think I would look ugly without makeup? You think your 'wow-figure" colleague looks any better without makeup?"

"I just don't understand....You men! You want a girlfriend to straighten your bow tie before you leave for a meeting, and a bitch for an eye candy....."

She keeps screaming at him but his ears have successfully managed to block out her continuous rants.
He imagines her with wet hair, without any make up, fresh skin, smelling only of her......


There's a secret that she would never believe.
He loves the pimple on her forehead, that she tries hard to conceal. It makes him smile because he knows he's the only one who can get so close to her to notice it, and he feels relieved that he loves no plastic, but a beautiful real woman in flesh and bones.


He only wishes that she understands that she doesn't have to try one bit to make him adore her.
It is so automatic!

"It is so automatic!", he hears her say.

"Huh?", he looks at her.

"I said, it is so automatic for you men to gaze at 'other' women, who they think are prettier"

He noticed he couldn't feel rain drops falling over his shoulders any more. They were standing at the entrance of a coffee shop, spacious with lots of tables, but only one occupied, by an old couple.


He hung his coat, she took out her handkerchief and wiped her face.
It wiped her beauty off her, she frets.
It wiped her ignorance off her, he thinks.


They took a table.

"Two Cappuccino, please", he ordered


She lay her head over the table and looked into his eyes.

"I know I'm not that pretty without makeup. But I want to be the prettiest girl you've ever seen. And that's why I'm so hurt, and I called you names, and yelled at you, and called that woman a bitch."

He is so in love with her, he thinks.

"I'm not sorry about the last one though"

He knows she wants him to say something, but he doesn't because all he wants to do is listen to the voice that stirs his soul.

"It's hard to hear things that made you try so hard so you don't have to hear them......"

"That's exactly what your problem is", he interrupts her.

"You try too hard....when baby, you don't need to"

She listens calmly.

"With make up, you are the prettiest girl I've ever seen.
Without make up, I'm sure, you are even prettier....
And you certainly are the only woman that I find pretty when she's yelling at me." He winks.

"I didn't want your make up to be washed off because it is so automatic for men to gaze at other women.....And I can't stand another man glancing at you."

"Thank God for it's Sunday, it's raining, your make up is washed off, and there are no young men in here to gaze at you"

"And this coffee mug.....I thank it....It's the first one that'll not carry your lipstick mark for anyone to see"


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It's raining!
She is wet and water drips off her hair. 
A shiver runs through her as the drops seep into the soil and she can smell the aroma of cappuccino rise from his grave beneath the Earth.
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19 comments:

Gyanban said...

Hey this is darkly nice.Scene construction was nice,and the effort in color coding shows.

maybe you should try a white background blog template...:-)

cheers
GB

Tanvi said...

Gyanban, Thank you for visiting my blog and thank you for liking the write up.

Color coding here certainly requires efforts!

Point Noted. I just shifted from a white background...I'll shift back as soon as I'm bored :)

The Lover said...

Too good Tanvi. I love girls who call other girls a bitch.

addicto said...

loved it....really
especially the sweet possesion part..
u rock sweetie

sridharan said...

Looks somebody is in love again.There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable.

Look, I really don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive, you got to flap your arms and legs, you got to jump around a lot, you got to make a lot of noise, because life is the very opposite of death.
your thoughts are noisy and colorful and lively
which you have described here with perfection
u rock u definitely rock

The Smile Seeker said...
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Tanvi said...

The Lover, Thnx Aditya. It's a pleasure ;)

Addicto, thanks a lot honey. I'm glad you liked it.

Sridharan, thank you for the profound words....
And yes, I've always been in Love with my life and my creator.

- The Virgin Author! said...

Sexy - I say! Love it.

Tanvi said...

The Virgin Author, looks like I've got the ultimate remark! Thanks ;)

TurbulentMind said...

Gave me goosebumps..Thanks, for letting me be a part of that :)

Tanvi said...

TurbulentMind, thank you for being a part of it. Keep visiting :)

Stranger said...

Beautiful ...

kishoreonshore said...

I just loved the way you have built the narration Tanvi... :)

You've just got an avid follower of your blog :)

Tanvi said...

Stranger, Thanks :)

Tanvi said...

kishoreonshore, Thanks a bunch!
I am honored :)

Anonymous said...

the possessiveness of ur partner makes u feel loved...
gazing my partner sensuously or lovingly or gazing without any reason is one of the most lovable thing that i have in me...
i realised this thing in me after reading ur writing...


ashu P.

Shamsud said...

Yours is a fine blog. enjoyed the read :))

Namrata said...

Such a sensational story and so much love...it seems your heart and mind are in perfect synergy. :)

anaconda said...

Now this one is really ausumn!!