Tuesday, August 26, 2008

clicks

We’re leaving the office last. He’s walking behind me. I saw him look at me with his slightly open mouth and perennially grave expression under the glaze of three sets of illumination.

He switches off the first set of lights, click, and dark.

The second set of lights goes off, click, darker.

We’re both heading for the door and the last set of light switches is in my arms reach.

I deliberate my pace; reach for the switch, click.

Slow down, we’re both slow.

And in that space where I couldn’t discern anything else, I hear a loud sigh, close behind me.

Reach for the door knob now, click.

And the violent light comes barging in, into our little moment. Like light had been eavesdropping on our silent solitude crouched against the door and it tumbled in as I turned the doorknob.

We’re climbing down the stairs together. The moment is so long behind us, as if all the depth, distance, height of the world has come between climbing down the stairs with him and sharing that dark, dark moment with him. He talks mildly of our projects, of our next trip.

Another day gone, a day when his hair smelt like out of a shampoo commercial.

12 comments:

blinded blue teddy said...

:)
precious, precious moments..

Unknown said...

A trip to the Cilanim plant?

Vineet Rajan said...

still trying to figure out what was happening there...lemme read it again. :)

amishra said...

..not the security guard.

:|

Jasmine said...

Not the security guard
:)

amishra said...

:)...next day wasn't a Saturday right?

more more!! :)

amishra said...

have you got married or something? why would you stop posting?

:|

MoonStone said...
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MoonStone said...

this makes good material for some imaginative thinking....


....when his hair smelt like out of a shampoo commercial....

uhhmmm ... which shampoo by the way ?

MoonStone said...

and hey.... post something ....

Sayan said...

Anticipation and the circle. This reminds me of a beautiful poem by C.P Cavafy where he glorifies every-action-that-could-have-been-but-did-not-happen for it holds the potential to be imaginatively reconstructed in any manner possible.

You have captured the mood poignantly. Perfect choice of words, really.

Srikant said...

It reminds me of nothing..really, absolutely nothing. You captured something I've never experienced, may have lived but didn't experience. "It's a, for me, a revealing way of looking, at an in-between moment. Thanx!