Sunday, January 1, 2012

Casting away the ugliness..



   She placed a red bindi on her forehead and looked into the mirror.Intricately designed,the mirror had cracks spanning in various directions.It was smudged with persistent spot-like marks which more or less covered the mirror half way.She chose it because it was that way. As it was a mirror in which she could see only half her face. The half she liked looking at.

  A woman in her 30's.Long,dark,wavy hair flowed from her mane and reached her waist slightly brushing against it while she moved about doing her daily chores. She liked the feel. Because there was hardly anything except her own feel she had ever experienced in her lifetime.Her mother weaved her a long braid when she was young and told her beautiful tales as she went about the task. However her memories faded with time.What doesn't? Everything is meant to be volatile. Love.Family.Trust.Life..

 She was a playful child. Like all girls her age,she dreamt of a prince who would fall in love with her,talk through the gazing eyes and look for her amongst the stars in the night sky.Thus she had dreams. Dreams big and small.However nothing makes the dreams shatter like a resounding laugh of mockery of the fellow mates when they know your innermost desires. She was laughed at. For dreaming so.How can she? they asked unbelievably.She had a face which was wrinkled into innumerable folds due to a corrective surgery after she was victimized in a fire when she was a toddler. Which common man let alone a prince would want to gaze into her eyes however soulful they were?

  So she lived casted away in a room of loneliness with dreams.Dreams were shattered but not quite gone.No man ever teased her or playfully pulled her long braid. No man ever thought about her the way every girl dreams for.No man took any interest in the twinkle of her trinket or looked into her gazing eyes lined with kohl.Other women cried about broken relationships,some cried about how disgusting men are but she cried for the presence of a soul to not look at her face and turn away.She wanted someone to look at her beyond the ugly folds of destiny of which she was unfortunately made part of. There came days when she gave in to the nights of loneliness and wept out her heart's desire to find some solace from her ill fate.

 Others never understand you.Only you can understand what your heart desires.She gave away social life and started living her life her way.She began to cherish the other half of her face she liked looking at.She looks beautiful everyday.In the mirror.In her mind.She realised no man will ever see the beauty of the other side of her face..as they are all stuck up on the wrong side.

 Slowly rising from the dressing table she put aside the mirror. She was beautiful today. The half mirror reflected her radiant face.She found the half damaged mirror beautiful. Only she can understand the pain of what it means to be halfway where you dreamed to be.Her hair brushing against her waist and giving her the pleasure of being touched.Touched and loved.By herself.


xxx

15 comments:

Rahul said...

This is brilliant stuff....:-)Woaaah!!!!!I am glad I chanced upon your blog....Blogs like yours make my reading experience all the more worthwhile...:-)

VIKRAM KARVE said...

Like Rahul says - BRILLIANT.
Superbly written - keep writing such lovely pieces of creative writing.
Happy Blogging
Regards
Vikram

Smeet said...

Its awesome..! ur becoming a better writer yaar..i really liked this one.!

~*Princesa Fiona*~ said...

Hello Demure :) Rahul was correct in his assessment of your writing skill! This is fabulous and so moving! Excellent topic to write about ~ kudos to you! :)

Rachika said...

Excellent work!!!
you truly are amazing! :)

PS But don't you think she's being a defeatist locking herself up?
aren't women supposed to be the stronger of the two? take on everything in the world?
As i see it this tale is in complete contradiction to the title ' Casting away the ugliness'
Don you think, if she loved herself wholly not just that beautiful part, wouldn't she cast away ugliness then?

Demure_me said...

:) what you say is true..

'Strength' is subjective. Some say it takes strength to say 'everything is alright' and negate all the negativity in life.

Some say it takes strength to 'accept' the wrong in life and still have the courage to appreciate the positive things in life.

and yes ..women are 'supposed' to be stronger of the two..dahling..i thought so too.. I would love to think that.. but there are so many emotions running through her soul.. she may not be not strong against all the feelings.Some feelings knot up in her refusing to loosen up.

and ..the title was to back up her treasure of learning she gathered during her lifetime to deal with her ugliness..

but again.. I guess everything and anything is subjective to individual opinion.. so this is my version of some thoughts woven into a story..
:)

Blahblaholic ♥ © said...

Wow. This was truly beautiful. Thank goodness he shared your link.
I loved this and I am gonna be stalking you forever now *hihuhahahaha* xD
Happy new year BTW xo
p.s the part where u say that only we understand about ourselves, struck a chord. That is SO SO SOOOO true!!!!

Ruchi Jain said...

hooooo,, a very nicely crafted story...

Demure_me said...

@ blahblaholic : I wouldn't mind you as a stalker.. arians are always welcome in my life! :) ;)

@ruchi : Thanx a ton :)

Vidhi said...

Just chanced by your blog & I'm really glad I did. :)

Beautiful :)

Nupur said...

*speechless*

arshat.chaudhary said...

Beautiful...

Ankur Anand said...

Nicely Crafted and written .. :)

ekta said...

Wowwww! Its simply beautiful and awesome :) Cant just stop reading stories that you have in store to tell.....

Shilpa said...

So human a story :) Beautifully woven.
Love the sensuality you bring out in the woman - her hair brushing against her own waist :)

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