There it was, at last! That which she had been expecting for nearly weeks now. Incessantly had she been taking care of them and here they were, bright and beautiful. Just like a new-born, fresh out of a shower.
The first blossom of the season. The first rose in their small garden.
She gently pressed her nose against its gentle features and let the fragrance flow into the depth of her rather old lungs. She ran her fingers through the perfectly knitted petals of the rose. The morning sun rays blazed between them and shone on her wrinkled palms. She could sense the tender, wet surface brush against the tip of her nose. She felt a drop of dew blot the corner of her lips as she kissed one of the petals.
A man in his late 50’s walked from behind her, his shadow throwing a cool shade upon the old lady and her new found attraction. She slowly turned around to look at him. Her twinkling divine eyes and finely curled lips echoed a zillion unspoken words, which only he could decipher.
He looked at her ardently for a while, establishing a lovely connection with her mesmerizing eyes that were hidden behind a pair of thick, foggy spectacles.
Just then, they heard a voice from their neighbour’s television-
“Her eyes – I was born to look into them and know myself.”
His focus slowly moved down to her rosy lips.
The dialog from the neighbour’s television continued -
“Her lips – the morning rose could wither on the branch if it could feel envy.”
Back in the garden, a beautiful voice emerged from within the effortlessly moving lips, as she whispered in his ears – “Happy Anniversary!”
The voice from the neighbour’s house spoke out in the background –
“Her voice – Deep. Soft. From her twittering lungs. I could banish nightingales in the garden before they interrupt her song.”
Far away, stood a young man, with a video camera, shooting the lovely scene of his grandparents falling in love, all over again! Kodak moment!
P.S.: Inspired by the movie – Shakespeare in Love. Damn good!
10 comments:
Prithzuuuu this one is lovely and simply chanceless.... I shud say Prithzu at her poetical best.... Just wondering if i shud comment at all, as the P.S itself fittingly says
P.S : Damn Good
Oh teri...so nice yaar!
I know that was just the way DJ (Rang de basanti) would say :P
thought been a long time i stopped by your blog....paatha fresh post...and a fresher topic...somehow when i read what u write, i can imagine the whole scene unfolding...bravo girl!
Hi...
I've gone through some of your posts, and the way u handle the language is just mindblowing and i could visualise the whole narration. And this is surely one among them.
Keep rocking!!!!
Mush movie season eh??
Me too !! :P
I'm tired of praising you!! Podi ! Idhuku mela mudiyaadhu.
oh..i have seen that movie..my all time fav's..
as Ramya said...i guess me too ran out of words...:P
cheers..:)
i think i can boldly say that this has been the best of ur stories so far, even though i would rate ur very 1st story as the sweetest...coz that one scored more in capturing the feelings of the girl and boy...anga prithzu theriyarathai vida antha characters, avanga feelings than therinjathu, while in this one, prithzu the author outshines her own creations....with the command over english, perfectly placed wordings and for the poetic marvel
the quality of each one of ur posts is simply great...the more we read, the more we enjoy appadingara maathiri... infact first time padikkarathai vida...aduthaduthu padikkumbothu than....u really enjoy the post a lot..... thatz why i felt my first comment have not done any justice at all to this classic :)
You are a miser. Why do you have to write so less and still so good??
I never thought that love can be expressed so good in such less words.
In a way you have been emulating yourself with each story that you write. If I had to quote a few pearls from this beautiful necklace of a story...its kinda difficult as the rest of your fans would kill me for occupying all the space.
"He looked at her ardently for a while, establishing a lovely connection with her mesmerizing eyes that were hidden behind a pair of thick, foggy spectacles"
My god!! I dont think that the emotion of love can be expressed so gracefully, poetically with such ease.
Now...you have done one thing. You have broken my desire to write a love story as I am sure to compare my diction with yours and I know that even in my wildest dreams I cannot match your style and prose.
Wish I could shoot a kodak ad with this whole set up as you explained.
P.S: You should send this story to the director of Shakespeare in love. He would be really a proud man :-)
That calls it... I m shutting down my blog...
Awesome man! Guess I am not even worth enough to comment in you blog anymore :)
!!!aiaiayao...prithz...ennathu ithu...aniyayathuku nalla iruku and chancelessly written...damn gud..
@ rsubras:
Hehe! Ore pugazh mazhai dhan! Anyways, glad u liked it :)
@ sat:
Wow! That's exactly wat i wanted to do :)
@ kirukkal:
Tks! Hope to see u around :)
@ ramya:
Hehe! Adhe adhe :)
@ kavitha:
Tks kavi! :)
@ harish:
Yeabba! Enna ivalo senti aitel? Its oki! This is just the beginning. You have lots more in store :)
@ kk:
Loosa man neenga?
@ gils:
No tension :)
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