Recollection

17.2.2009

It felt awkward that night. You were staring at me as I pretended to be asleep. I wasn't in the mood for talking. You always had the same things to say. You always spoke without thinking. You always failed to offer a listening ear. I guess I got it from you. Speech without thought, output without input. I never saw eye to eye with you.Vice versa. Our conversations were almost predictable. It would always start off with you asking me about my day, it would always end off with you telling me to get a grip on my life. Then the cold war begins. For days. For nights. For days and nights. Depending on the severity of the argument. We would be as cold as ice. Only a little more stubborn, a little more pig headed.

Overtime, I learnt that the best thing to do whenever you begin your questioning is to remain silent. Not because silence is golden but because silence saves us the trouble of having to go through the same draining process over and over again. I am not one for trouble. Not since THAT happened. On THAT day, I promised you to "stay clear of trouble from this day forth." You said, "You finally decided to grow up" For a minute, I was proud of myself, of you. But it didn't took me long to realize that you were just pointing out my past childishness. I was a little upset. I expected a more heart felt reaction from you. Maybe a pat in the back or something of that sort. But who am I kidding.

I must say though, that the silence I'm practising towards you is working like a charm. The fights are lesser now, the past anger is subduing, the questions are fading into the background. We even stopped arguing altogether.
I guess you took my silence as a sign. A wrong sign to say the least. A sign of reluctance to speak to you. But it isn't that though.
I never explained to you why I did what I did. You too never really took the initiative to ask me what was wrong. Some things are better left unsaid, huh?

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It feels awkward tonight. I am still waiting for you to come into my room as I sit up in bed wide awake. I am in the mood for talking. I want to hear the same things you have always got to say. You always speak without thinking, you always fail to offer a listening ear. I got it from you. Speech without thought, output without input.

I waited and waited...
But you never came in.
Not since that night you thought I was deep in sleep... dreaming.

Reviews

[Jonathan]

the story is well written, i very much enjoyed reading this piece of work you have hear. you have great talent don't let it go to waste keep on writing.

[Derieux]

The way the story was written and how it was narrated helped me relate to what was going on. It brought out that a sense of gradual detachment from one that you once felt was close to you. The ending also was a bit of a paradox giving off a message of , 'you don't know what you have until it's gone.' But that's my interpretation. Overall it flowed well, and I liked it.

[William Usry]

This is beautifully crafted...you have a talent for subtlety and letting the words speak for themselves. No clutter here, only hard-hitting prose that I think anyone could relate to.