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Burnt..

But if I let u go..
I'll never know what my life would be holding you close to me
Will I ever see you smiling back at me
How will I know?....

The song slowly consumed the inner recess of a soul that tried to hide its tears from the world around.The lounge was full of people but Miriam sat in a corner as if to shun the world from her gaze.
Miriam stirred and stirred the tea.The vapours made mystical images above the hot cup of tea.Her memories,desires and thoughts fumed itself into the vapours.The spoon clinked and clanked as if to remind of jingles once sung.
The tea bag lay on the saucer.
Squeezed,Discoloured.
Tears dropped in a rhytmical fashion..one,two,three and a sudden flow.
Tissues could absorb the tears.But the pain..the burn..the scorched heart..
Her tears burnt her.
She dropped the spoon and took the cup in her hands.
She did not wait to sip her tea slowly.
Just a gulp.
Hot,piping hot tea..
" Oh ! my tongue..throat.."
Two more tears flowed down her cheeks..

Comments

  1. NeethaFebruary 12, 2011 at 11:31 AM

    i could see miriam..hurt n burnt..
    this is wt i lov abt d way u write..:)

    gloom and despair..farah ,u treat them beautifully..:)

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  2. Farah ZachariahFebruary 12, 2011 at 12:49 PM

    Thanx sweeie...:)))

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  3. archiving meMarch 3, 2011 at 8:37 PM

    great to have u back...stirred up some images and memories stashed away somewhere in my mind...words put together for a wonderful experience:)
    hope al of u r doin fine
    cheers!

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  4. Farah ZachariahMarch 4, 2011 at 10:11 PM

    hey...long while...feels gud to hear frm you...hope u r doin grt...tk care...:)))nd in b/w...wt has happnd to blue isle???

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  5. aravindApril 13, 2011 at 8:25 PM

    m sorry 4not commenting b4, wow, ur characteristic irony, nic 2read farah stories once again:)..

    sadness caught up in the mesh of farce, did some1 mention post modernism:)..

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  6. ഷൈജു.എ.എച്ച്April 19, 2011 at 2:08 PM

    I like it. very nice..well done!

    www.ettavattam.blogspot.com

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  7. Farah ZachariahApril 20, 2011 at 7:37 PM

    @aravind...hey thanx a lot...was waitin fr ur comments...bt cud hav spared d postmodernism part..u hav been consumed by theory...jus kiddin yaar...:)))
    @shaiju...thank u..

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  8. aravindApril 24, 2011 at 7:39 AM

    cant help it dear:)..

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