Not for the Fainthearted.

She sat on the platform, clutching her bag, dozing off now and then. Teeth nearly tottering in the late December cold, waiting. She was supposed to switch trains at this obscure station, she was going somewhere. Eyes were nervous, heart coaxed her to return with the silliest of excuses. But some wish kept her from falling apart.

Trains went by, she awaited hers. Provoking stares, some lingering ones. Counting minutes, giving up in between, making tiny wishes. She was en route to meet the man her heart longed so much to meet. Wouldn't you call that silly? Why couldn't he come for her? Isn't she being a little desperate? God, isn't she scared? Travelling alone all the way? What if he's just playing her? What if her heart breaks at the end of it all? Would it be worth it? How much would she cry? Would she ever be able to trust a man again? How harsh could be the cost of following your heart? Oh dear!

But she spared not a thought. Was engaged deeply, in making wishes, as I said. Shivering and waiting. Breathing out mist, smiling, yawning, pushing away every force that wanted her to return. Chasing what she wanted. 

Unlike the rest, who move from one obsession to another trying to forget the previous, losing themselves in the process. Unlike the rest, who are afraid of a heart break. The ones who give up. Unlike the faint hearted, she waited, she moved closer..towards him. 

16 comments:

nOt anyone you know said...

i hope they met each other.

The Sage said...

why could he not come to meet her, to escort her???

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Best of luck to her. :)

Amit Gupta said...

Happy new yr 2011, nice one to start....some things should never change.

Rajita said...

"Unlike the rest, who move from one obsession to another trying to forget the previous, losing themselves in the process"

This is pretty much I tell people who cant hold one fasicnation for a long time

wildflower said...

B
It's a true story. And yeah, they met each other.

Sage
She believed, it was a relationship of equals. He couldn't come, so go she had to!

BA
Thank you, on her behalf :D

Amit
Thanks, Happy New Year to you too! And this blog is never gonna change, you can trust me on that.

Rajita
I still can't judge which is better, the long term infatuation or the short term one. Which hurts less, I still can't figure out.

Anonymous said...

Gosh!! The emotion conveyed in almost all ur posts is as if someone is chopping-off a head with a blunt knife. Slowly, patiently, bit-by-bit, inflicting the maximum pain imaginable.

Hoping for something more vivacious to start-off the new decade...

wildflower said...

Thank me, very few can exaggerate that well. Also, be assured this decade will be a mere number, for me and you alike.

$uch! said...

wow :)

Sayak said...

It makes one wonder whether the not-so-fainthearted 'she' fainted out of elation or despair, later.

wildflower said...

S
Credit goes to my narrator :)

Sayak
Honestly I think she doesn't care much about the 'later'.

nOt anyone you know said...

so i finally see a happy ending? there IS God you mean?

wildflower said...

God is there, and s/he plays these tricky games all the time.

She has just met him. Who knows what happens next! The process of ultimately finding him is tortuous, to say the least.

hopelessly flawed said...

yes absolutely...love is terrifying...and the ones who march on in spite of the fear are truly courageous.

wildflower said...

And for the sake of love, may they thrive!

The Rain Crab said...

been a loong time!!! like it.. esp the last lines :)