In The Mood For Love
The rain came down like a wave of tears. They were caught. A moment. An instant. Under the rooftops. The gentle breeze blew away their words. He looked at her. Her profile against the diffused light of the street lamp in the distance. So many thoughts yet so few words. The water dripped down from the roof above and fell on his coat. He looked at his watch. Time had slowed down as it always did when he was in her presence. He took out a cigarette.
The lost letters. The connected food. The little words. The long silences. The invisible walls. The dried flowers.
The night was warm in spite of the rain. Her arms were wet. She made no move to wipe them. She cast a glance at him. He was leaning against the wall as always, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. So many similarities yet so different. The rain flowed in waves driven by an unknown wind. She remembered last night. Inexplicable feelings mixed with the sudden shiver that traveled down her back.
The late nights. The noisy neighbors. The rhythmic ringing. The passionate poetry. The rough stubble.
He wished the rain would stop. Their moment. Their instant of time under the rooftops would stop. Thunder rolled in the distance punctuating his thoughts. He shifted his legs.
“Do you think we should run for it?”
“I’d hate to see your dress get wet”
“Did I tell you that you look good in this dress?”
“I didn’t think you noticed such things”
As if on cue the rain stopped. They walked back slowly. A taxi would have been the logical choice but the thought never crossed their minds. The street glistened with water sliding down nooks and crannies. Their shadows almost touched.
The moment had come to pass. What was left unsaid would remain unsaid forever. The rain had taken with it their little secret. Years would pass. Times would change. But they knew. They knew a little secret that would remain in their hearts like unused clothes in an old wardrobe.
Damn! This is one hell of a blog!
Keep up the awesome work!
‘They knew a little secret that would remain in their hearts like unused clothes in an old wardrobe.’
Ahhh, but they did get to wear them that night.
This reminds me of old times, old secrets, and the flame of youth we ignite with each remembrance of those times.
Mmmm…let’s forward into the future and see what happened to this story?
They knew a little secret that would remain in their hearts like unused clothes in an old wardrobe……….
very intriguing…..great blog
Dude, what can i say about this post….i am short of breath and words. You are just too good at this!
abhas1: Thank you.
Mermaid: Do you think they did? I’m not so sure!
Geets: Isn’t that always a temptation? To try and divine what happens in the future.
shooting star: Thank you
Diva: Thanks man…but the credit should actually go to Wong Kar-Wai’s visual mood poem of a film about unrequited love, ‘In the Mood for Love’. This was inspired by that film. It has some of the best cinematography in all the films I’ve seen so far…each frame composed to almost photographic perfection…the seemingly incomparable Christopher Doyle worked his magic again.
Hey Anil
Great Blog dude. Doctor saab….dimaag mein itne khayaal!!! impressive :).
Will try to meet u sometime in July/August…any plans on u visiting stuttgart for the world cup match?
Lets have a new post,shall we? 😉
Ah, liked. 🙂
And then?
Good stuff dude, love the overall feel of the article, sepia toned with the smell of wet earth, white dress covering a deliciously brown beauty, haunting beautifull eyes that hold your soul captive kinda stuff.. love it!!
Cheers
The rain took their secrets. The secrets are still there you know, as water turns to vapor and now the air holds their secrets too.