Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Vacuum Cleaner

They hung up with a "Good Night"... Still thinking of the conversation that had just transpired, wondering where it would have led if it had drawn a little longer.

It was something both of them were aware of. Yet it seemed rather convenient to not acknowledge its existence. Things were different earlier. A lot merrier. But time had done its magic. The novelty had worn off... And the long period of dormancy had filled in the cracks rather meekly. And the bushing agent was this very vacuum...

She wanted for him to say something. He wished for the  same... But no one spoke. And this went on forever.

She feared for being rude, while he was petrified at the thought of upsetting her again. And so the vacuum kept on filling the space between them. And so the space went on growing on them, between them.

Things seem irreparable. Interacting increasingly difficult. Every word she said was taken to be an assault, every one that he pronounced wasn't just enough. She needed to hear his emotions, he believed in his silence.

As both struggled to tolerate hearing only each others breaths over the other end of the phone, time slipped out of their hands. Nights were their time for introspection. How things were in the past, what they shared at the moment, and what they expect for themselves in the future. They did see themselves together in the future.

Now nights are mere calls of formality, to reinstate the existence of the only substantial thing they share... The vacuum.

So like many of the earlier nights, this time again they hung up with a "Good Night"... Still thinking of the conversation that had just transpired, wondering where it would have led if it had drawn a little longer.

The thoughts lingered on as the sleep deprived eyes became heavier every moment. And then it all began to pacify as sweet slumber took over its reign. The last profound thought--- we need a vacuum cleaner.