Farce

He always thought there was a little haste in her walk. The way she sped, as if she were running from something. Something by one glance at her face indicated to him, the kind of ecstasy he hadn't seen anywhere. Greeting everyone, as she came through the hallway, he stared. He looked, and he looked till he gave up looking. Something kept him bound to her. He was always happy he had her. As that is what he thought loving her meant. However, having her wasn't enough for him. He wanted more. All the eyes gazing at his star- to be taken off of it. He tried his best. He did all he could to encapsulate the shine of her spirit, the brilliance of her charm, and her poise. It worked. It did. But, it stopped the moment she realised. Realised her ecstacy. Her shine. All boundaries swept aside, as she walked the ramp of her excellence, for her routine, is what the audience wished and longed for. That was the day he realised, the haste in her walk was her flight from who she was. The

Close your eyes and imagine. If you were to die this minute, whose voice would you want to listen to? Who would you want to see, and who would you want to take your last breath around? Is it your teacher? You trust her with all the knowledge in the world, don't you? Is it your maid, who you so reluctantly hand over the keys to your home? Or is it the cab-service that you trust with all your travel? Almost all your relations in the world are based on contingencies. But someone you love? Not at all. You can love a person and want to be with them even without these contingencies. Betrayal, trust, looks, persona, any words you name, stand meaningless against one. Love. Talk about trust and having your family members get up to check if they have the television remote? Truly, you love people you trust. What aches is, that people don't understand that these contingencies are nothing but accessories, accessories that love doesn't know.