Wasted

Sometimes a lazy moment in life give rise to innermost pains , thoughts and reflections on how one perceive the milieu .....

This Thursday afternoon the rain drove me to enter a cafe which i never knew it existed. The cafe was neat and it had a very insipid environment. As i seated myself in a very comfy seat near the window, the waitress hurriedly came towards me . Before she could open her mouth , i directed her to fetch me a regular cappuccino and a smoked chicken sandwich . I thought to myself the rain and cappuccino surely would elate my spirits .What could i ask for more in such a lovely rainy afternoon , at least  it was a break from the boring schedules !  My eyes were fixed on the window , looking at the people  passing by . Some were totally wet and other walking in a relaxed way with their rain coats on .

My eyes spied the cafe and there were few souls. The music was the only thing made the cafe alive to me .  A young couple was  seated beside my table .They were lost in their world,  talking endlessly , holding hands and their eyes were fixed on each other as they were  inextricable .They were the   cynosure of the cafe , at least i thought so . I mused  myself ‘’ wretched love it never takes anyone , anywhere ‘’ . I was indignant on the very sight of them . What was there to  love about ! A pretty face which will wither away with time . The want of flesh  would die as soon as it would be  ravished . False promises which would be forgotten and laughed at! ONLY thing would be left with futile memories ! I too had memories but they were not futile but painful .Memories which were part of me but i was no longer part of them . Memories of my failed love , my delusional concepts of soul mate , swan love all came back to me just like slaps on my face ! Eros had ruined my life in past and  i was  just healing from the scar it left ! Was it this that makes me to judge them!  Who was i to judge them !  Maybe they would not end  up like me! May be he would never let her go! May be they would both grow old together and would rejoice the memories of this rainy noon  day in this very cafe ! Who i was to judge others in light of my own experience. ! I was no one!

 

 I FELT  so unreal ! The atrocious ambience was asphyxiating me!  I was unreal. Everything around me  unreal, the chair , the cup and the couple was unreal too. Even my very hand resting on the table was unreal . Everything was plain meaningless. It was  I who gave meaning to everything , couple , cup , love , chair and list goes on .Was  there anything real about me anymore ? Something that separated me from all superfluous things ! I could  feel , touch but  weren’t those my senses telling me ! My senses might be wrong and i would be mistaken to think that way . Oh yes i could think ,  which this piece of wood couldn’t do so  !how did  i know it couldn’t  think ! It might but i did nt have the faculty to comprehend it !  

 

 How am i sure that it is i that i am thinking and apprehending my very milieu.  Then who is that doubting inside me doubting my very thinking? is it me or there is something more in me , in us ! in all of us ! Suddenly the music stopped and i came from my doldrums into insipid world.

by eve

Author's Note

Well i am not a writer neither i intend to be one but sometimes as a human i want to capture my thoughts in writing . In doing so if i am terrible , i beg your forgiveness cause perfection don't exist !

Reviews

[JordanLane]

Well I usually don't spend my time with stories or books just because they are to orchestrated to me however this was relieving to me as its very real or unreal... human.. the mistakes are the perfections but also your vocabulary was stimulating and the subject which in the beginning seems predictable immediately flips to one of the undefined emotions humans feel and even besides that point it also simultaneously shows the spontaneity of thought a fun little read I enjoyed

[Opeyemi Jide-Ojo]

i love the story... sometimes i wonder if i'm me, or just a figment of my own imagination. i guess i'm not the only one....

[Coyote Poetry]

" What was there to love about ! A pretty face which will wither away with time . The want of flesh would die as soon as it would be ravished . False promises which would be forgotten and laughed at! ONLY thing would be left with futile memories !"
You have written a very strong story. The above lines were my favorite. I like real logic in the thoughts and words of the poem. I like the complete story. A strong ending to a outstanding story.
Coyote