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Monday 15 April 2013

Visual Satisfaction



She puts the glass to her lips and leans her head back, letting the last few drops slip inside her mouth. She places the glass back and leans against the sofa back, landing her feet on the table. She hits the remote, and music begins to flow through the stereo at the corner; beautiful wordless music. She taps her foot and nods her head slightly, with her eyes closed as the melody strikes in high and low notes.

It is a fact that the peace of the moments never lasts as long as you want it to, and as the phone rings, it jostles her awake, she hits her foot on the glass at the table, as she gets up. She hears it crash, a reverberating sound, and looks at it in disbelieve. It looks whole from her angle. She forgets about the phone and settles into the sofa, looking at the glass that rolls from side to side on the glass top of the coffee table, slowing down. The glass is broken. Quarter of its length, one third of its width has broken off, and it rests a little further away, whole.

How queer, two things so whole, yet together they are broken. She doesn’t register the phone as it clicks off. She puts the glass upright, leaving the chipped off piece further away. She leans forward, and runs her finger on the smooth edge of the cut glass. Smooth until it cut through her flesh, stinging and drawing blood. She sits still at the alien sight. She watches as the red drops drip, staining the glass and the coffee table. She snatches a couple of tissues and wipes off the blood. Pressing onto the finger until none leaks anymore.

She looks at it curiously, the cut has formed white edges, and red wells up deep inside. It is a sight so rare, so mysterious to her; the one who has always suffered unseen pain, with no visual aid to it, it fascinates her. She draws the broken glass closer, running her fingers over it, letting it prickle and wound, allowing it to coat it all red, finding satisfaction in the graphics of her pain.

-Momina.

12 comments:

  1. that seems like more than visual satisfaction...

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    1. Maybe. Maybe, it's an outlet of emotion.

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  2. Ooops ... dark pain as satisfaction ... that's tough !!!

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    1. Sometimes you have to be tough to let it all out.

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  3. you are right - sometimes the pain is so intense that it needs an outlet. That's the only way we can manage it. Sigh.

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    1. Yes. Sometimes it's too much to bear so this is better than the dying a little daily, inside.

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    1. Thank you so so much, Me. I'll have a look! :D

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  5. "How queer, two things so whole, yet together they are broken." This keeps an entire sea of meaning to itself. I can't stop re-uttering it again and again! Such an intense depth and so much feel in this post. It is a recherché in fact.

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    1. Thank you, Hira. Your views are always treasured.

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  6. I cannot even begin to explain the beauty you have captured into this. So detailed, I could see it. Every minute description, you have writen there. What are you? This is... I am speech less.

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    1. I am truly overwhelmed by your response, Joy! Thank you, so much!

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