Death Talkies: Wheel of Time [Apr/04 P66] - Page 15

Originally posted by: olive_green

@NJ, what are you doing here on this thread? i thought someone was updating tonight??😆
@Sookie plz ignore this comment😆

Originally posted by: sri_4

hey sookie*
another lovely one!!!
loneliness!!!another different approach from u r side..
gosh how u write all this is still a question to me..
are u a professional writer / have written any books earlier...?
sorry if its too personal,u need not answer then!!!just ,my curiosity!!
good wishes..
Sri:-)

Originally posted by: Prasanthi

Hey Sookie!!

Read the last 2 in a go :P.

@Recoil - Well penned parting between the two. Words again created magic here!! :D

@Code - A time will come when we get so used to the hardships or happiness.. that it becomes so normal just like any other day. Very nicely told fact!!! Thanks for both!!

Originally posted by: aish_punk

hey sookie..nice one..

she is tired of being in a relationship more than being a single..she wants company..a good one..but then all the ones she had till now have been so bad..that she's bored..!..well thats happens i guess..n now she dusnt even care about the world around her or the compliments given 2 her dress..

do write more

-aish

Originally posted by: Girl_2007

Hi, i read ur first four creations and.. wow, dont hav any words to give u compliments.. (i cud surely take some of ur impressive vocabulary though 😛)

lolz, in short, from the first four, the one that i liked the most is the first, i had some unclear idea or concept of writting something similar, but i just cudnt come out wid the idea.. too complex, and cmpletely new for me, so, i frankly thank you for sharing that text wid us 👏 I wanted some combination of words that cud make me imagine and feel that situation and place and, well u did it 😃👏

incredible, amazing, and beautiful, all of them

if i tell u, realli, i was imagining the second text in the same scenario of the first one... so i guess i hav to read it all again, 😃 wid more time and concentration, and wid a dictionary by my side to tell how much i like this thread and its content.

i think i have rather commented on the first post of urs, so... wait for me to read the next ones

Till then, see you, and keep writting a lot please 😛

"Your nose is bleeding." You pointed out to me. I idly wiped it with a tissue. You were startled to see me chuckling. You were looking genuinely puzzled so I took pity on you and verbalized my train of thought.

"You are standing at an arms length from me but the distance between us is far greater than the distance between an ocean's shore and horizon. Is that the reason why you can only see my bleeding nose and not my bleeding heart? But then again, horizon is an illusion after all." I had gushed this in one single breath even before a drop of blood which trickled from my nose had hit the floor of the elevator. Your face had paled after listening to my words.

We never really talked about anything personal. It was mostly about poetry, The Simpsons, Phillip.K.Dick, Marxism and odd historical facts. There were days when I was actually looking forward for meeting you just because I had read some obscure historical fact. Those thoughts were ruled out faster than blink of an eye.

I had turned up one day with visible bruises on my face, my make up failing to hide a black eye completely. One look at me and you started to narrate an incident at your office the other day. By the time we reached our floor, tears were flowing freely from my eyes and I had clutched my stomach from the pain all my laughter was causing. Before you departed you had uttered very gently, "It's okay to ask for help." The smile had died on my lips and I did try to get some help.

But nothing really came out of it. I simply improved my make up applying skills and wore full sleeved turtle neck sweaters which covered new wounds and old scars. Nothing much changed. But yes, for about thirty to forty five minutes daily, I indulged myself with a stimulating conversation sometimes witty sometimes intellectual; sometimes full of sharp insinuations from you regarding my situation. I never told you anything about it, but it was something which was not so entertaining in a civilized conversation isn't it?

Somehow this evening I couldn't come up with anything witty or intelligent to begin the normal routine. The silence was oddly comforting and I felt a strange sense of detachment from everything. As the elevator got closer to the ground there was a constriction in my throat. I muttered a hurried good bye and literally ran out of elevator.