Just another day

Based on my life.

Looking into the mirror I add the final touches of color to my cheek. The softness of the brush reminds me of the feel of your fingertips on my cheekbones. I feel a lump rising in my throat. It dies within seconds leaving me empty again. I run the brush through my short hair, then like always, I turn my head both ways to check whether it looks fine. As usual, every strand is sitting obediently in place. My long fingers wrap themselves around the pale-blue bottle of perfume as I gently spray a bit of it onto my skin. Very cautiously, I place it back. I inhale deeply, closing my eyes as I let the familiar smell travel into my lungs. I imagine it traveling inside my body, through my veins and straight into my heart.

Will this perfume rejuvenate my soul?

 

Then I pick myself up from the stool and look into the image starring back from the mirror. Our mirror.

My petite frame looks fatigued. I am surprised at how my eyes look, despite my best efforts to conceal the tiredness in them with the help of make-up. The maroon lipstick compliments my pale skin. I wonder am I looking paler than yesterday?

I try to force a smile to hide the frown. Without much success.

The image gets a bit blurry now. I blink repeatedly to stop the tears. Then, I spin around quickly and walk to the far end of the room. The two drawer handkerchief box sits on the Mahogany Chest. Our Mahogany Chest - our first purchase together. I open the bottom drawer first and take out a large checkered handkerchief that I rub against my lips and down the length of my neck before folding it neatly and placing it in my pocket, alongside my heart.

Can this lifeless piece of cloth communicate with my heart?

 

From the other drawer, I pull out another piece casually and drop the hankie (mine)into my purse. Finally, I draw my wallet out of the purse and open it. There’s your picture in it. I love the way you smile.

Are you smiling at me?

I kiss the picture of you and put the wallet back.

 

Your perfume

Your handkerchief.

And your picture.

 

As I leave the house with the smell, the touch and the image of you, I assure myself that I will be able to go through this day…

I do not know if I can but I still try to convince myself that it's possible to live through another day...

Another day without you.

 

Reviews

[Carole]

Ah....this is sad and touching and heart retching...Are you sure this is meant to be?? Can you go get him??? Sounds like a love story that needs to be rejuvenated. It reminds me of a love story where the couple breaks up but ends up back together...Makes me think, maybe this needs to have a happy ending,...but then, who am I? "-) Very heart felt...

[Fran Marie]

A very well penned piece so wonderfully expressed~TH anks for sharing ~Fran Marie

[Bhavya Kaushik]

Ah!! Lovely write....So deep and true it is..
I loved the entire graphic scene a lot..From Perfume, Mahogany chest or even the picture..
Sometimes these non living things can speak a lot...From the point of the person related with them..
Unfortunately, you need to face the same thing everyday..while getting ready to face this world..."everyday"..
You need to experience so much pain which even your eyes can't hide...

"I assure myself that I will be able to go through this day�
I do not know if I can but I still try to convince myself that it's possible to live through another day...
Another day without you."--These few lines really touched me...

Yet he is not present with you physically...but his is still there in your mind and according to me..that's the thing which matters most..

This is really a very emotional and deep piece...which can touch anyone's soul..


"Life is not about finding the right person, But creating the right Relationship....
Its not how much we care in the beginning, But how much we care till end.."

:)

~!~ Keep writing ~!~

[Jenny Davis]

What a great, visual story...it is very relatable. The way you expressed and described your day and how you get through it was flawless and very well written. Excellent :)

[Maxwell]

This is beautiful and well-conceived. The pacing here is excellent, just enough description (still-life paintings) but not too much. The questions in bold serve as a powerful way of communicating thoughts.

Only one thing: "Can this lifeless piece of cloth communicate with my heart?"