time:a short story

20Mar06

Rahul was restless. It had nothing to do with the weather or the fact that there was a black Labrador near the park bench he was sitting on. It was time. How he hated time. Time changed everything and everybody and he held time responsible for many of the ills of the world.

It had been 6 years since college and he wondered how much he’d changed. Had he become more uptight? Had he lost that innate sense of curiosity people always seemed to like him for? Had he become less fun? But, he knew that even if he were the same, she would have surely changed. For better or for worse, he couldn’t tell but he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to talk to her the same way he used to back in college.

She had called him the previous Sunday out of the blue claiming to have gotten his number from a common acquaintance of theirs and after a few minutes of awkward conversation, she suggested a rendezvous at the local park. He was amazed that they had been living in the same city for the past 4 years and had never even passed by each other.

He began to reminiscence about the best years of his life. How things had changed. He always believed that time was a luxury but now at 28, he couldn’t believe that nothing in his life had turned out the way he wanted to. He had planned so many things carefully and as time flew past, priorities changed and everything fell apart. Had he become another slave to the system? Had he become what he had campaigned against during the more youthful years of his life? If there was one thing Rahul hated, it was hypocrisy. But now, he realized he had become the very hypocrite that he had claimed to abhor.

She had always told him that life was all about living in the moment. How he disagreed with her. He always thought that to be happy, you needed to look both backward and forward. Learn from your mistakes and take precautions for the future so that you don’t make any new ones. He envied as much as he hated her total obliviousness to the ugliness of the world. To her, everything seemed beautiful. It really wasn’t. All it took one was a few minutes to realize that the world wasn’t as beautiful as some people claimed. People weren’t as lovely as they thought. Rape, murder, pillage…they were all real. But she always stuck to her point. She could be stubborn sometimes. He tried to convince her that quest for happiness was a pointless farce played out over and over again. She smiled and told him that he was an idiot. It was easy for her to say that. She didn’t know what pain was. She had been born with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth. She wouldn’t understand.

All these thoughts running through his mind, Rahul realized he had actually changed little. He was still the same old kid. Pessimistic, narcissistic and perpetually depressed. He thought of her smile. She had the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. There were times it actually made him feel hopeful.

He got up from the bench and walked to the gate. She was late, as usual. Suddenly he heard the familiar tingle of the voice he had missed for so long, “Still restless as ever, huh Rahul?”

He spun back and there she was, on a wheelchair, one of her legs missing. At her side, stood a little girl of 5 and a man who must have been her husband. Rahul was shocked. He didn’t know what to say. She, on the other hand, had the same beautiful smile as ever.

She hadn’t changed a bit.

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4 Responses to “time:a short story”

  1. hmm .. interesting story. your own creation ? if so .. amazing

  2. yea…pretty much…short creative burst

  3. 3 Kranialfire

    sour graped buddy..sour grapes!!

    Now that doesnt even fit in with the story..same way your comments didnt fit mine..

    Nice story though.

  4. dude… finally i read it…


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