It was almost midnight..the city they were in was known for its moderate perfect weather year round. Though it was colder than the evening a few hours ago..it was
more pleasant because of the silence of the city which was only to be found at such odd times and in the outskirts where they were.
They wanted a break from the chatter and clatter inside the pub..while their friends and other pub-attendees were busy either drinking or eating or dancing or screaming at top of their voices to be heard amidst decibels of the music - they both looked at each other which they often did when in group, just to check on each other without creating fuss about it and out of fondness too..she tilted her head towards door with raised brows and the eyes, he knew she wanted to step out..
They de cluttered themselves from the crowd, luckily without being asked any questions or even getting noticed..
"don't think you trust
In... My... Self-righteous suicide
I... Cry... When angels deserve to die"...
The song faded as they came out of the pub where their other friends were still finishing discussion about the real meaning of the song.
Held hands, hers left, his right, fingers intertwining instantly, more out of habit than need..their thighs resting effortlessly on the familiar railing rails..balanced by crouched posture and feet locked on the rails below..
She took out a kretek from her right pocket..smelled the clove and herbs, lipped it in..turned right to light it avoiding the breeze..Took a deep cancerous puff..saw some of her thoughts sneaking away with the snaking smoke.. Handed over the kretek to him..he took couple quick "kash" at it..ringed and shallow ones..but instead of his thoughts, she saw even with his exhales, it were her thoughts and emotions that found way into the air.. Startled by what was happening, she tried to turn her gaze from the smoke to his eyes..but he was not there! She was holding the railing from her left hand and a half burnt kretek in the other!
She laughed at her own madness, her hallucinations, her habits, drinks and the kretek all..knowing she is gonna cough and cuss at all of them soon..
Drowsy and sleepy, Depressed and lonely.. She dialled up "bestfriend" to come pick her up..literally and metaphorically!
No comments:
Post a Comment