Friday, January 7, 2011


“Deal with it!”, she said and left. He didn’t even look as she walked away. The darkness enveloped her beautiful form as she faded out- his angel or an evil fairy. Maybe beyond the veil of darkness the nether regions opened up to swallow her in, maybe not. He didn’t look. He didn’t need to. He saw enough of her already. In dreams, in visions that shook his existence to its core, in idle thoughts, his repeatedly revised imaginations of what must have been-each more terrifying than the previous. “Deal with it!” The words resounded in his head, as if the living world around him had absorbed its meaning just then and was feeding it back to him. Easy to say. But to him it only added to the bad memories that he already had of the things that had been spoken by her pretty mouth. The mouth that had also given him all that he had to live for. The feel of which on his lips.......but it hurt too much to think of that right now. Strange how the very thing that makes your life worth living is also the thing that makes you want to die. And not any violent or sudden ‘DEATH’-no getting shot in the head, or jumping off a roof; that would be too sudden. He wouldn’t have any time to rewind and replay his life, between the time he initiated the act and the time it reached its conclusion. Slow and painful deaths like poison, or disease, or strangulation weren’t good options either. Because then he would have ample time and reflecting back on his life, and of their happier moments together would make him want to reverse the process. What he wanted was to just fade away. Slowly, and unintentionally-like a piece of dry ice. He wanted to turn into a ghost, become a part of the darkness, something that could stick to the ceiling and sleep within floors. He wanted to take on the identity of whatever he came into contact with. He wanted to whither, and evaporate.
The street lamps burned with all their ferocity, their harsh amberness doing its utmost to stave off the darkness rushing up at him from all sides, and from within. And although he was thankful to their valiant efforts, the idea of getting crushed by the darkness wasn’t too undesirable, and even welcomed. Maybe if he let it happen, that would wipe out all emotions, and leave him without hurt and pain. But then he wanted to be able to love too. She deserved to be loved, and cared for, and hurt. Maybe if it just wiped out all his memories, barring the good ones, but he didn’t figure it worked that ways. He raised his head and dared a glance in the direction in which she had gone. She wasn’t there, just lesser mortals, flitting around, too engaged in their own mundane lives and bonds and problems. Somewhere in the background, two nubile bodies were meeting, in a dance of passion, expressing for each other what their mouths could not say. At that moment, a guttural roar arose from his soul, his very depths. The moon seemed to descend low, spreading its unearthly light all around. He hoped she could hear him. He hoped she knew how he suffered, so that she would suffer too. Yes he hoped SHE suffered; for loving him so much, for making him her only light in the darkness, for holding his hand when he was weak, for guiding him through when he was lost. For these sins, she must have pain, the way he was having it. He wanted to hold her in a tight embrace, and make love to her as the fires of hell swallowed them both, consuming and feasting on them and their love till they were both just halves in a whole.
The cold made him shudder. He smiled and walked away; he didn’t want to fall ill.


  1. the girl yu hav talked abt must be 1 lucky girl.
    can't the boy freaking tell her how he feels abt her. and how deeply he is in love with him.
    and frm the next tym ask the boy to wear proper winter clothes.

  2. Well... I love it. Much more than the last one. Although i sincerely hope this post was just a post and not the culmination of some dark nighttime emotion that welled up inside of you.

  3. @bv......u have clearly started to forget what i'm like

  4. this is one of ur most personal posts, where the reader is kept unaware of the cause, but the effect it has on the protagonist comes out good. " Deal with it" , though the reader is completely unaware in which context it was said ,but it still appears,due to the pain in the narrative as smth quite terrible that no mortal should ever utter. Later when he wants the "SHE" to feel the pain too, that part is great, i totally connect with it.but u could hav spared such hackneyed thngs as "Strange how the very thing that makes your life worth living is also the thing that makes you wish to die", seriously nthn strange about it. The ending couldnt have been better, reminds me of a play i had once read called "the zoo story" . you are gettin better with every post keep up the gud work.

  5. getting better dude...
    specially d ending!

  6. lovely ending........but all the posts in this blog remind me of the opening paragraphs of many useless novels (courtesy sidney sheldon and co). For example, "He glided through the room without making a noise. She continued to pore over her notes. When he was within arm's reach, he........" and so on.
    but its worth repeating - great great finish to this - kudos

  7. Sorry, but this is the worst I've seen from you Devraj...Your emotions used to be understated, your anger used to be inchoate and suggestive, you wrote like a pro.
    This one is the work of some frustrated teenager who couldn't disguise his emotions.
    Please tell me it wasn't written by THE DEVRAJ JEE.

    For the record, this is the first time you've made grammatical mistakes, too.
    and what's with using "whither" instead of "wither".

    I am terribly disappointed.
    You are one of the most talented writers around,
    please please please tell me YOU didn't write this.

    Or maybe we can blame the liquor....???

  8. no you can't blame the liquor,,,,,,,has it ever occured to you that i might actually be angry about something while writing