Thursday 7 June 2007

Senses

Her life was an experience of heightened senses. A cautious undercurrent.
The sensations grew stronger, and, they threatened to deafen the sense of touch. She would not know the touch of grass, the vibrancy of colours, the flowing river from a placid lake.
And then he decided to leave her, just like that. Said, that he felt constricted, that there must be life outside this heart of hers. His calling was one of derangement. She could not fight to hold him. Her sensitivity won over.
And then it happened. She could feel the touch of grass, the vibrancy of colours, the flowing river from a placid lake.
His deafness had made him immune to all senses.

1 comment:

  1. Your posts allow so much room for interpretation. They are not so detailed as to restrict imagination. Wonderful story telling.

    Thank you for stopping by. You are correct, there is a touch of sadness, always is this time of year as my father died when I was 10.

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