Nostalgia
Behaving like a man in love,he once again became a man in love.
Dialogues from one of the story in the Movie, Paris Je t'aime.... just enjoy the beauty
BASTILLE
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He looked at his wife,who crossed the street.
She was wearing a red trench coat,which she promised to throw away and which she kept pulling out of her closet, year after year.
She approached all things the same way.
And it was that trait that attracted him, when he first met her.
The same clothes worn over and over again. Piles of lipsticks,which she never used.
That song...life's vortex, which she intonated while making food, was a part of the life that had become alien to him and which he intended to abandon between the main dish and dessert.
Hello, miss.
Hello.
He realized the weird and logical inappropriateness of the place he had chosen to abandon her.
It was here that he first realized that he had stopped loving her.
When she smiled, he wason the verge of shouting
"I'm leaving you!"
"Stop smiling."
But instead he offeredher some wine.
It pissed him off that she never ordered any hors d'oeuvres or dessert.
But she almost alwaysate his whole portion.
The worst thing was that he alwaysended up ordering what she loved.
"I'm not sure I actually like that cake."he thought solemnly.When she started to crylike
she never cried before,he thought that she knows he was leaving her for Marie-Christine,a passionate flight attendant,who he loved for a year and a half.
"She knows" he thought.She's known it for some time.
I should have expected it.Still crying, she took outsome documents from her handbag and handed them to him.
The documents were written in a lifeless medical language and described leukemia in its terminal stage.
I'm sorry.
Having read the documents,the meeting's purpose flew out of his mind.
And a weird metallic voice said to him:
You have to be up to the task! And he was. He ordered 3 piecesof cake as take-outand sent an SMS to his mistress.
FORGET ABOUT ME. SERGIO
He surrounded her withthe care she always desired.
He hung paintings.He moved things from one place to another.
He accompanied her to morning showings of her favorite movies.
He went with her to sales,even though he hated shopping.
He read Murakami's"Sputnik Sweetheart" aloud.
And everything, even the most mundane things, had a different meaning,since he learned he was doing them for her for the last time.
Behaving like a man in love,he once again became a man in love.
And when she died in his arms,he fell into an emotional coma from which he never awoke.
And until this day,years later,his heart still sinks when he sees a woman in a red trench coat.
BASTILLE
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He looked at his wife,who crossed the street.
She was wearing a red trench coat,which she promised to throw away and which she kept pulling out of her closet, year after year.
She approached all things the same way.
And it was that trait that attracted him, when he first met her.
The same clothes worn over and over again. Piles of lipsticks,which she never used.
That song...life's vortex, which she intonated while making food, was a part of the life that had become alien to him and which he intended to abandon between the main dish and dessert.
Hello, miss.
Hello.
He realized the weird and logical inappropriateness of the place he had chosen to abandon her.
It was here that he first realized that he had stopped loving her.
When she smiled, he wason the verge of shouting
"I'm leaving you!"
"Stop smiling."
But instead he offeredher some wine.
It pissed him off that she never ordered any hors d'oeuvres or dessert.
But she almost alwaysate his whole portion.
The worst thing was that he alwaysended up ordering what she loved.
"I'm not sure I actually like that cake."he thought solemnly.When she started to crylike
she never cried before,he thought that she knows he was leaving her for Marie-Christine,a passionate flight attendant,who he loved for a year and a half.
"She knows" he thought.She's known it for some time.
I should have expected it.Still crying, she took outsome documents from her handbag and handed them to him.
The documents were written in a lifeless medical language and described leukemia in its terminal stage.
I'm sorry.
Having read the documents,the meeting's purpose flew out of his mind.
And a weird metallic voice said to him:
You have to be up to the task! And he was. He ordered 3 piecesof cake as take-outand sent an SMS to his mistress.
FORGET ABOUT ME. SERGIO
He surrounded her withthe care she always desired.
He hung paintings.He moved things from one place to another.
He accompanied her to morning showings of her favorite movies.
He went with her to sales,even though he hated shopping.
He read Murakami's"Sputnik Sweetheart" aloud.
And everything, even the most mundane things, had a different meaning,since he learned he was doing them for her for the last time.
Behaving like a man in love,he once again became a man in love.
And when she died in his arms,he fell into an emotional coma from which he never awoke.
And until this day,years later,his heart still sinks when he sees a woman in a red trench coat.
Dream fairy or Dream monster
Dreams, I wonder whats the point of having them. Experts say that dreams help us look into our subconscious self blah, blah ... blah. But seriously what is the point of having dreams? , how did they come into existence , Who was the first man to dream? Did Adam dream about Eve?
There used to be one story in my childhod textbook, "Princess or the Tiger". At the end of the story a man is waiting outside one of room, waiting to open the room. The man is wondering when the door of the room opens whether there will a princess or tiger. The same happens with me when I go to sleep every night. I wonder whether it will "Dream fairy" who will come to make my sleep beautiful or it wil be a "Dream monster" who will appear to scare the hell out of me.
He used to come when I was a child... he used to push me from a high cliff....and then i would be falling falling and falling.. i would wake up in the morning with so much sweat on my body that no "X-effect" would be able to cure. Then i got used to his games... i knew i will never touch the ground ... and so would sometimes mock him in my unconscious state ... and it seemed he ran away ... ya ran away ... alas he ran away only to come back stronger and meaner ... Yes :( ... he came back .... came back last night ... cud see his anger :( ... i'll post what he did to me in next blog :(
There used to be one story in my childhod textbook, "Princess or the Tiger". At the end of the story a man is waiting outside one of room, waiting to open the room. The man is wondering when the door of the room opens whether there will a princess or tiger. The same happens with me when I go to sleep every night. I wonder whether it will "Dream fairy" who will come to make my sleep beautiful or it wil be a "Dream monster" who will appear to scare the hell out of me.
He used to come when I was a child... he used to push me from a high cliff....and then i would be falling falling and falling.. i would wake up in the morning with so much sweat on my body that no "X-effect" would be able to cure. Then i got used to his games... i knew i will never touch the ground ... and so would sometimes mock him in my unconscious state ... and it seemed he ran away ... ya ran away ... alas he ran away only to come back stronger and meaner ... Yes :( ... he came back .... came back last night ... cud see his anger :( ... i'll post what he did to me in next blog :(
Its all in the mind
Sunday nights are difficult ... sleep is one thing which wont come near on sunday nights ... and i would be awake till early mornings .. at these times i let my mind wander ... i let him walk to different places which exist or may not exist ... its funny ..after a while its starts to walk by himself as if i have no conrol .. its like u r in dream but not sleeping .. like subconscious mind has become conscious somehow ... and this night it is taking me back in time ... forcing me to read my old emails ... making my eyes see all the past events ... for one moment i'll be happy then suddenly its a sad scene ... i wonder why does he do this ... make me do things i'll never do i am conscious (so to say) .. so it made me scribble a few lines
It happened one night
n i thought u were out of my sight
dear i never thought u wud go to such extremes
of all u entered in my dreams
Now i am back to normal and have no intention of finishing this :)
Note: i am not drunk.
It happened one night
n i thought u were out of my sight
dear i never thought u wud go to such extremes
of all u entered in my dreams
Now i am back to normal and have no intention of finishing this :)
Note: i am not drunk.
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