A Modern Day Incident Narrated in Old English Prose
Even though she was admist a loud boisterous group of near and dear friends, her mind was preoccupied elsewhere. With carefully divided attention, she participated wholeheartedly in the playful games of her girlfriends, yet it was made clear to those who caught her slyly glimpsing at the clock, that she longed to be elsewhere.
With not even an hour passed, she expressed the her true desire. With shining eyes, and a coy expression she said, "Friends, I must leave now, urgent matters require me home." At the thought of the departure of their beautiful husky friend, all the ladies were in uproar, "Oh sweet girl, this party can not be enjoyable without your amiable presence, you must stay awhile longer, what matters can be so urgent that you must leave in the middle of this wonderful rendezvous?"
She gently replied, with Love bursting out from every pore in her being - "I must leave now to cook fresh chappattis for my husband," What deeds has her husband done to deserve such a self less wife, whose purpose in serving him a hot cooked meal is not out of a sense of duty or responsibility but pure and genuine Love.
Is this not what defines True Love? Leaving joyous occasions behind and finding a higher pleasure in doing something selfless for the one person who matters the most ....
Even though she was admist a loud boisterous group of near and dear friends, her mind was preoccupied elsewhere. With carefully divided attention, she participated wholeheartedly in the playful games of her girlfriends, yet it was made clear to those who caught her slyly glimpsing at the clock, that she longed to be elsewhere.
With not even an hour passed, she expressed the her true desire. With shining eyes, and a coy expression she said, "Friends, I must leave now, urgent matters require me home." At the thought of the departure of their beautiful husky friend, all the ladies were in uproar, "Oh sweet girl, this party can not be enjoyable without your amiable presence, you must stay awhile longer, what matters can be so urgent that you must leave in the middle of this wonderful rendezvous?"
She gently replied, with Love bursting out from every pore in her being - "I must leave now to cook fresh chappattis for my husband," What deeds has her husband done to deserve such a self less wife, whose purpose in serving him a hot cooked meal is not out of a sense of duty or responsibility but pure and genuine Love.
Is this not what defines True Love? Leaving joyous occasions behind and finding a higher pleasure in doing something selfless for the one person who matters the most ....
Woman! I like this piece. As random and trivial as the incident may sound, it is very well written. Like you know how you find the 'ease' when you are reading something, that your eyes just sort off melt away on the the lines. (Like melting butter on sandwich types).
ReplyDeleteI am not well versed about old prose (yeah as a lit student, I should kill myself :P) but yes the deliberate heavy words usage for simple emotions and descriptions totally gives the feel. You know like a controlled form of exaggeration?!! And it is like consistent throughout.
However, check first line, 2nd para, I think there is a typo.
Okay, now the overall sound of the language and the chappattis don't fit. I m not stereotyping but do you know what I mean?
Last, the whole idea of genuine love does not fit in for me. Like her reason for leaving and the big idea of undefined true love is a mismatch sorts. Too trivial vs too big a concept. However, that can sort of be it, you know. Exactly whyyy, 'true love,' everything is and will be taken care of with full selfless agreement but that doesn't click with my thinking. Or maybe it is because the initial build up of the writing is very strong and then it suddenly drops down to the small fact that she has to go home and make chappati and so, the misfit in head.
Totally last, there is absolutely nothing gay about it. It is a very random incident, yes, a very small little thing, yes, but gay, noway. Ignore the gay feedback.. They can probably not see beyond ;)