Nandini, a love story
Yes, I attended the party…. I felt I should. A tremendous sense of self-hatred led me to their dazzling floor. The sandcastle that I built on my own derisive emotions had to be buried with the last nail…. the severe pain that I was borrowing in my deceased heart was in urgent need to be destroyed…. for my redemption.
I wished for piercing pain…punishment.
The masochistic joy of self-mortification overpowered me. And I relished it bite by bite when I found how happy Prasun was with his Nandini. The oddness of my existence was clearly visible to me. I did not belong there or anywhere. I had lost my domain, my sceptre. My eyes singeing in pain, observed nothing but the exaltation of their soul and felt the dripping of blood in my heart…no not for heartbreak…but at my own insanity…own immaturity…foolishness.
I ate a lot, relished every dish…laughed and chattered garrulously and then I felt sleepy…. too sleepy to continue with them.
Ripa was busy.
I bade her goodnight and collapsed on the bed immediately.
Sleep, sweet sleep… the queen of oblivion.
Hey, I am Munmun, the phoenix fabulist who wants to tell you stories. I love to read stories and I love to weave stories. I feel life is an amalgamation of multiple stories, colourful threads, and threads of pain, pleasure, hope, and hopelessness. We just need to pick those hues and arrange them, knitting them with our own emotions and perception. So let’s celebrate the stories of life.