Still Loving You

Monday, June 14, 2010























I am walking towards that door, the very door I like to walk on this very night. The streets are half lit in gloomy shadowed lights coming down from the palatial high rise buildings, built centuries back. The ghosts are everywhere around me, some are whispering in my ears to taste the forbidden fruits infested with insects from hell. The blue dark shadowed windows of the palaces are hiding the courteous female spirits while the ghosts are inviting me towards the unresisting, obscene, formidable sins that head to the point of no return. The streets are smelling that of sweat, blood and melting meat loafs from the rotten mortals who are turning into or turned into ghosts. Being a human being in this ghost infested hell is tough, really tough, if not impossible.

I entered through the door, climbed down the circular staircase towards hell. This hell is beautifully decorated with glistening glasses and mirrors that reflect the misshapen faces of the ghosts. The reddish light coming from the ovens , where some more spirits are being burnt and baked into deliciousness, and bottles full of blood and gold and venom are being served to all. The lady spirits are dancing with their counterparts in a recklessness and the loud music in this dim lit smoky air will certainly make you half dizzy, half psychic, half ghost, if you are still alive.

I took a corner seat reserved for me, being a well known ghost to the king of this hell, I am here to enjoy my night with the spirits I like. I opted for a golden spirit, in a hourglass shaped glass. I want to burn myself in these ovens, just like to be fried into delicacy, into immortal pleasure of dying. I unloaded the whole drink from the glass in my throat. The spirit tried to ravage my throat with it's immense hatred towards the mortals but with pleasant sooth ness to this dead throat of mine. I am feeling better now, hinted towards the ghost to pour me the spirit time and again.

The music died down, the female spirit, who was hinting towards me to taste some of her surprises lost her patience and left slowly. The ghost, that was serving me has also become tired of me. He has put the whole bottle of spirit in front of me, just to help myself towards my end. I am eagerly trying to meet my end either to finish this immortal cursed life to oblivion, to meet you in the next life, my love, my first crush.

Even now I can see your smiling face in front of me, sitting just beside me , dressed in the same white school dress, holding my hand, to help me get up on my wasted feet and head towards the circular staircase of this hell, through the darkness to dawn. You have become someone else's, but I haven't lost you, specially on this very day of your marriage anniversary. The stabbing pain in my heart cannot steal my sweet memories of you. The ugliest thoughts I can think about you, cannot turn me jealous towards the lucky man, whom I have lost you, as you have chosen that destiny. You are the angel of my life, saving me through each of the unforgiving blows from life, until death. Your sweet voice heard, is always murmuring in my ears to save me from all the evils. Your best wishes on the torn letters written long back, are still lying with me, to guide me through every hell on earth, towards heaven. For, I am still loving you.

*** Entry for http://blog.blogadda.com/2010/06/09/first-crush-stories-blogs

19 comments:

shraddha June 15, 2010 at 2:22 AM  

its alright..

love and hugs...

me_amitava June 15, 2010 at 11:40 AM  

Man is a mixture of both black and white. Under normal circumstances, one reveals only his bright side, portraying himself as a good individual. But the true self remains hidden within the dark part, the black gory side. For the first time, I came across a post which deals with the "other" side of man. And that's precisely where you have touched my heart. Indeed a great refreshing change from your regular works. Keep it up !!

Subhasis June 15, 2010 at 3:09 PM  

interesting starting!!! a story of different taste... Good one.
Thanks,
Subhasis

island of peace June 15, 2010 at 3:48 PM  

this was truly beautiful. very beautiful.

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Shankha June 15, 2010 at 4:40 PM  

@sraddha: Thanks a lot!

@me_amitava: Thanks for appreciating the "other" side of the man, I really love the dark-gory side of a person's personality!

Shankha June 15, 2010 at 4:42 PM  

@Subhashis : Thanks Subhashis, this is a new style I have tried, and from your comment it seems that, I am partially successful.

Shankha June 15, 2010 at 4:44 PM  

@island of peace: Thanks a lot! I have already added a new section to my blog with "Gifts and Awards", I have added your gift there.

Have a nice week ahead!

nothingprofound June 15, 2010 at 9:05 PM  

Shankha-you take us into the agonizing depths with this story. And yet the man in hell still has the graciousness to wish his lost love every joy.

Shankha June 15, 2010 at 11:42 PM  

@nothingprofound: Thanks for your comment!

The man has chosen hell while the woman has chosen her heaven. And staying in his hell he always feel one joy in his mind, his love has got her preferred heaven to live in.

That's the "true" love, isn't it?

Kavitha June 16, 2010 at 8:11 PM  

Well, the perfection of hell and heaven was good...but why the end had to be cinematic...showing that true love is giving and making your lover happy if that is what she wants.....

In true nature, human mind is still incapable of such feelings...!

Good one...All the best!

sushobhan roy June 17, 2010 at 7:31 AM  

hey liked the way u narrated the entire sequence of events.. And the ending even though melodramatic carries the flow of the story and the feelings of the writer.. :)

Shankha June 17, 2010 at 8:20 AM  

@Kavitha: Thanks for the comment and best wishes. About the "true nature" of human mind, I would say, "fact is stranger than fiction". Who knows? Thanks a lot.

@sushobhan roy: Thanks a lot for your comment. This is a new style I am trying this time. Good to know that you liked it.

Farila June 17, 2010 at 10:11 PM  

Very skillfully written yet I think there is lot of feelings from your heart working in there along with your mastery of words..
Best of luck for the competition

Shankha June 18, 2010 at 12:54 AM  

@Farila: Thanks a lot! Yes, I had a great touch of heart in this work.kni

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Custom T Shirts October 12, 2010 at 2:08 PM  

Nice story to read, human mind is a mixture of many thing its up to us which one we show towards others.

Shankha October 27, 2010 at 9:24 PM  

Thanks a lot! You loved the story that's the reward "Custom T Shirts".

Shankha October 28, 2010 at 12:11 AM  

Thanks a lot Jingle for your comment and nice gifts!

Anonymous December 3, 2010 at 3:52 AM  

Honestly I don't get it and the writing style seems rather juvenile to me. Sorry!

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