Hello Darkness

I am blogging.Yes,I write stories,but in every story there is a kernel of truth about me.They are me,my life,my past,present,maybe my future.It is difficult to write to expose my truths to the world,so my stories serve my purpose....in an oblique way.


''She lay back, basking in the sunshine .Soft green grass, blue skies, a golden sun, a cool breeze, a glass of chilled wine, heaven, or the closest thing to it. She turned her slim body over, so the suns rays glowed it all. Butterflies hovered, flowers smiled, azure skies blessed. Her life was perfect.

She stretched like a lithe panther, moved herself into a hammock. Her wine glass in her hand, she lay back, humming a forgotten song. Life is so perfect, she thought. The world is mine. She moved to get a cigarette, and lit up, inhaling deeply. He hated it, but he wasn’t here, so why bother. She giggled like a small child, being naughty when the ‘grown ups’ are away. She stayed, smoked, sang, and swayed in the hammock.

Time went passing by….Nearly time for lunch, where is he? He had left for a business appointment early. “Darling, sorry to leave you, but I will be back for lunch”. She had nodded a sleepy assent. She moved, picked up her watch. It was three p.m. “That is late”. She debated “Should I call him? Or be a dutiful person?”

The question was just a question. She would do what she wanted. She always did. She got out of the enticing hammock, put on a long, loose caftan, and walked in to the cool room. She poured another glass of wine, and switched on the music. Simon and Garfunkel were crooning ‘Hello darkness, my old friend…’.She turned the music off.

No reminders, no memories, no going back. The old days were gone, her future stretched in front in every shade of a rainbow. She blew smoke rings. And thought, “I could be nice, and see her.” She decided she would. She walked across the lawns.

The woman was in the next cottage. Every day since she came, she would visit, with fruits, flowers, love. Every day she would politely decline the gifts. Including, the love. She wanted no part of the woman. But she was always and forever an intrinsic part of her.

Holding her glass of wine, she walked across the designer hedges that separated the cottages. Even now, after all these years she could remember her voice “You are no beauty, too thin, too graceless, your fathers’ long nose, and so many teeth”
It had hurt her then, now she didn’t care. She had been a successful model, married a very eligible man. She was and would always be a success. But trepidation gripped her. She shook it off. She reached the cottage where she was staying. She paused. Then rang the bell.

No answer. Strange. She walked around, until she came to a window. She paused. It was not good manners to look through windows, but she rationalized it. “I am checking to see if she is alright.” She peered in. She saw two entwined bodies in the throes of making love. She stared trying hard to see. She felt like a voyeur. “I have no right to see this.” She stopped midway. She recognized the bodies. Her world shook, shattered, her wine glass fell, broke into myriad sparkling pieces with the trembling of her hands.

Her husband and her mother. Close, enwrapped lovers, she felt the passion, the primal heat, the throb of lust. She pulled herself together .And walked away
She hummed tunelessly ‘Hello darkness, my old friend….’''