Monday, April 28, 2008

Freewrite # 551 - Anticipation

There was no asking ... This was indeed supposed to happen. He decided to go meet her .. Maybe the last time . Its sometimes surprising that when you meet after a long time ... it feels different . As if .. meeting for the first time ... This was not quite like the other meetings ...

He had been waiting for this hour for the last one week . She was coming back after her long and eventful vacation and he was waiting .. A lot had changed in between - knowingly and unknowingly. Yeah .. there was the cold breeze of anticipation flowing past his ears . Flights seldom arrive on time - in this part of the world - NEVER.
But then he was there - a full one hour before the arrival. He is never used to waiting for long hours. But somehow this seemed exciting .. every passing minute .. every ticking second was soaring his anticipation to newer heights. And the clock was closing in on mid-night.

He had mentally planned everything - maybe he would stand in front and stretch out his arms in front of her ... ( nah that would be like some diamong-jewellery-ad ) - they were not made to be like that .. Maybe a sweet genuine smile ... maybe a passionate look .. maybe just plain 'Hi' ... or maybe .. he should just let himself be .. and let herself be ... maybe the moment will take over the action and all the planning was unnecessary . Maybe .. maybe ... maybe ... His mind wandered .

He walked to the information counter and checked with the lady, who was wearing thick red repulsive lipstic, if the flight was on time .. She was a little to abrupt in saying it really was on time - the quick reply was not really convincing enough.
The next ten minutes quite seemed like an hour .. the flight was indeed on time ! People started pouring out .. families .. children ... elderly ... it was all the same .. the same feeling ... of meeting their loved ones after long ... they hug .. they cry ... they let loose their emotion ... they just let themselves be ... uncaring .. unabashed ... unknowing of whats around them. Thats a fantastic feeling .. He could spend hours watching people pour their emotions on each other ... its a great feeling to be a part of . And he realised that probably ... he is the only one in the crowd ... maybe only one in a long time ... who probably would not let himself be .. A sharp chill passed through his very human mind.

People say .. its nice to let your mind wander ... into the wilderness of unburdled ambitions and emotions ... letting onself loose and not holding it back at that moment. People say everything .. People ! People ! People ! What do they know what was going through his mind... When will people ever know .. When will anyone ever know ..

The long line of tired cab drivers holding placards of travellers , the new-borns in their mother's bosoms ... the little kids running around ... the never ending announcements from the loud speaker .. the cold wind .. the mad rush of the cabs behind ... the spine chilling cold of the railings ... everything was making his mind go awry .. everything was surreal .. a potpourri of emotions ... fantasy took over his mind ... the children looked like little devils ...drivers holding the placards looked like silent protesters .. the security men looked like warlords with heavy artillery .. and the people coming out ... looked like prisoners released after long and fruitless negotioations.. He seemed like an unarmed onlooker .. agonising over war. Slowly reality seeped back into his very unreal mind.

People flowing out of the exit .. weary with heavy baggages ... resembling tired travellers on their wretched journey called life .. and their baggages .... resembling what they had saved all through their lives ... some proud of it .. some tired of it. Everything seemed surreal ... and then .. all of a sudden ... it stopped ... the flow of people stopped.. He peeped deep into the distance ..

Did she walk past him ? Ironic it may seem, reality is sometimes hard to imagine. He sank his head slowly supporting it on one of those railing . He was tired. Its time indeed time to quit. Maybe the last meeting was never supposed to happen.
A couple of minutes seemed like a hundred years of solitude ... a comfortable warmth ran through his hair ... it was really soothing .. slowly ..he opened his eyes, still looking down onto ground ... gathered himself and prepared to leave the place ... and then like an angel from nowhere .. She stood in front of him ....
She said "I knew you would come ... "

"Florentino is so in love with Fermina that he eats gardenias and drinks cologne so that he can know her taste. He becomes drunk on the cologne, and his mother finds him the next morning, in a puddle of his vomit, in a cove of the bay where drowning victims are known to wash ashore" - Love in the time of Cholera