Couples floated across the dance floor, flowing over each other.
Someone said,
“Up close with a stranger. You sure?”
She said,
“I want to learn.”
He smiled.
They were the last couple on the floor. Melting into each other. Then the music stopped. She walked off the floor, leaving him standing.
The lesson was over.
Last month I had a conversation with a friend I was meeting after a long time. My failed engagement came up. It would, of course, it’s one of the biggest things to happen to me in the past ten years. The good thing is it’s not THE biggest thing, only…
Yesterday I came upon a wonderful, if not depressing realisation. Human beings seek the same old social structures everywhere. We replicate the same relationship models, no matter what new social settings we are in. This realization came to me courtesy too many back-to-back episodes of How I Met Your Mother….
Let us drift on an ocean of ideas and call it conversationLet’s share an AHA! moment and mistake it for compatibilityLet us feel the camaraderie of fellow voyagers and call it love I will if you will. Shall we call it a date?
I’m falling utterly behind. So I decided to post this already written story and catch up on the missing three later. Here’s another attempt at epistolary, this time in a more traditional, simple manner. Two letters I give you for today’s A to Z Challenge in the form of L…
What’s my secret?
Now for a post on something I’ve been meaning to write on for a long, long while. It should have come earlier, I know so much about the subject after all. Why do women love bad boys? As a confirmed bad boy-o-holic myself, I wonder why I’m continuing to make…
@ Illyria: Got the mail. Will check it out…thanks a mil!
okay, i emailed you again. 🙂
eeeekkk! none at all? it wasn’t caught by spam, by some chance? 🙁
Salsa with strangers is ripe with possibilities… 😉
Illyria: Yipppeee…you’re back! I was checking my mailbox frantically for the promised mail but there wasn’t any! Unfortunately I still can’t access your link.
gorgeous and melancholy. why would she walk away, i wonder?
~the girl FKA transience
dances in summers…chance meetings…snippets of conversation…charming!
Sudipta: Thank you! I hope this blog continues to live up to that image.
‘Someone’ represents the conflict she faces in her own head, which is resolved at the end of the story.
Great! The idea-smithy is never short of these ideas, eh?
But I guess the someone who asked the question first and the stranger were not the same people. Or did I get it entirely wrong?