Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Fantasy.

Fantasy
She was alarmed. She had all sorts of doubts and worries. She was not interested in his charm and sex appeal. He was not her class. But mother thought differently. She feared that something was cooking between the two. Mother in the meantime as things would have it, happened to come across a page in her note-book. Mother wanted an excuse to drive him out of the house. The note written in her tiny hands was as under:-


"He is so handsome, when he laughs! When he looks with his eye-balls up in the sky, I am sure he is dazed of me. He is such a darling and so good! He is happy and surprised that I am not a bit superficial as I look. He must have grown to love me as a friend. That is enough for the time being. I have just jotted down whatever came to my mind. I have the feeling that he and me share a secret. We look at each other only when mother is not around. In mother's presence we do not know each other. If he looks at me with those eyes which wink and laugh, a little light lights within me giving me happiness. I hope it remains like this forever. There must be something he has guessed about me. He certainly can not love me as I appear. He does not know the inner me. I doubt if he is able to look beyond and penetrate the concrete-armor I am wearing to project a different self to the world. Will he ever reach there? It is said love often springs from pity. Will it happen? No I don't love him. I only want to talk to him and pass my time. Mother thinks that he is in love with me. She also says that he keeps on looking at me." " I am in a very difficult position. Mother is against me. She is against him. But I am not against her. I don't know of him. But he closes his eyes not to see the silent battle between mother and me. Luckily I am quite used to hiding my feelings. I manage myself well not to reveal my inner feelings about anything to anyone. She does not understand us. We are happy just sitting together and not uttering a word. When he lies with his arm under his head, as if sleeping, he looks like a child. When he plays with the pet, he is lovely sight to see. When he carries hay-stacks for the cattle, he looks strong. “