Sunday, July 27, 2008

By blur


Deliberation and Angst came over for dinner tonight. We three dined over melting drama and glasses of cheap Sula wine picked at the last harvest in Nasik. The lights fluttered in the shadows reacting to the exchanged emotions amidst the silence of clinking spoons, forks, bone china and masticating noise. Any moment now, the plates will be empty and there will be no food dodging the inevitability of the evening. The cheap Sula’s last dregs had been emptied. The candles on the table were dying out and what seemed like the longest supper of the longest night at the smallest dinner table in the whole world, closure would'v been a fine aftertaste. Cloaked in the comfort of lose linens and satin sheets, the threesome would finally come out tonight. After the last morsel was forked off the plate, Deliberation let out an exhausted sigh. There was to be dessert, of course, for the prolonging. But for the lack of Purpose’s wisdom, he mentioned it before. “I just can’t find that cheesecake.”

“Marvelous meal! I haven’t had okra cooked in vinegar for a long time. My compliments to the lady.” Deliberation smiled vehemently. I absently smiled and kept my gaze strategically away from meeting his eyes. Madness you see is like gravity. The eccentricities of Deliberation would only require a little push to instigate.

Scowling in one corner, Angst sat and studied her subjects. She knew them only too well and too quick. A deep-set frown on her forehead, Angst shrugged her nose in silence and stared down Deliberation and me. And then, it began…

… after it was all over, I sat examining the empty table and the upright candle. The bone-china sat perfectly shiny and immaculately placed around folded napkins and bowls of food waiting for the guests to come and chose their naked surfaces for the grand feast. Just like virgin skin. My carefully ironed and spiffy red dress draped my feigned glow. I’ve waited for this day for far too long and months of chasing have brought me to my supper table. This was my one chance at finishing my long search. Dreams and Ardour are coming for dinner tonight. In the corner of my ear I could hear, “I just can’t find that cheesecake…”

PS (there are bottles of beer in the freezer)

7 comments:

Nikhil said...

I tried my best ta resist
BUT THIS STUNNIG DUDE !!!
U SHUD SOOO TOTALLY BE TALKING TO PUBLISHERS WoMAN!

MOve InTO CREATiVE WRITING, UR KNOW UR FUCKIN AMAZING @ IT!

Anonymous said...

Interesting but it seems like you might've overdosed on your mum's novels as a child and you're now churning it out on your blog.

Nothing wrong with that, but I hope it's not seeping into your day-to-day life.

As a professional writer, it boils down to two things for me:

- Simplicity of words and expression
- Coherent thought

Don't take this as criticism. I think you're a very capable writer but you need to re-assess some of things you are thinking and writing.

All the best

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humbl devil said...

i think she wrote it for herself and not for the readers...

Zedekiah said...

My I;ve managed to invoke and encite :-p
But thanks Anon for dropping by. Will attempt coherence in an extremely chaotic mind. where can i read you? keep coming back and yeah this was more of a pained rambling like Humble devil pointed out... all things stem from randomness. :-) Keep reading

Ruchi said...

ahhh Beer and Cheescake are better any day...

Niraj said...

Fabulous.... pleasantly surprised to read you blog after a long hiatus... was well worth the wait... how u been?

Zedekiah said...

Thanks Niraj....been good...just the regular....please tell me how's you? Dubai, lady, love and life?