Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Twinhood

This afternoon, there was a stampede in the cafeteria, caught in which I was almost killed but I managed to emerge out of it in a single piece, triumphantly clasping my catch -- a double chocolate cone for me and a double raspberry for Angel, because I like chocolate and she likes pink. She must like raspberry too, its pink.. I dunno..

And then we sat on the lawn. After we lunched on the ice cream, we lunched on more ice cream and then on soda with ice cream. Angel kept hers untouched till the ice cream merged into a homogeneous pink soda-ice cream solution. She did not tell me why, probably because she could not fit that into anything she talked this afternoon.

Angel talked and talked about how good she felt when the days were warm and sunny, like today. 'Because its only now that we'd enjoy all the ice cream', she said. And then she told me about how she wanted to fly. I tried to picture the two of us in a glider, against the springtime sky. It seemed very weird. And I don't know how many seconds had drifted before I heard her sob.

Angel was crying and nothing I said whatsoever seemed to make a difference. I wished I'd be able to hug her or at the least look into her eyes just this once but that would not happen. As a matter of fact, I have never looked into her eyes ever. Angel and I are an oppositely directed Siamese pair, with the back of her head nearly joining the back of mine. This means that while we have each other to talk to all day, we can never lie down on our backs on the lawn and watch clouds, birds or air planes, among other tiny compromises that come along.

But we don't mind being this way, probably because we are used to it. Dad reckons medical science will evolve in a few years and we could be separated to lead normal lives but Angel always retorts that we are normal. At this, someone around always remarks about who would marry us. I then lose my cool and ask them to keep their fat mouth shut.

Angel's sobs had become more rhythmic. She would still not tell me what was bothering her. But I knew what had to be done, that simple trick which always set out world right. I patted her shoulder with my right hand and said, 'Angel, stop crying. No matter what comes, I'm always with you.'

She choked midway down a sob, paused and then giggled. All was well. Then she said, 'Thanks Esme. And no matter what I think all day, you are always on the back of my head.'


Credits: Sa, for 'Esme'. :)

17 comments:

honeydew-jia said...

I spluttered from the end to the credits.

Rock on, sis.

I should have known this was going to be another masterpiece.

Arjun Bharadwaj said...

Gawd......
MASTERPIECE.....

kavya said...

a great idea, and a brilliant build for the story :)

Karthik R said...

If I wasnt a better person, I would be green with envy. At your creativity.:p

Nakul said...

(kneels down and raises hands to the air while touching his forehead to the ground) and repeats it... A masterpiece...

Nakul said...

template bahala chennagi huduktiri neevu...

honeydew-jia said...

Is still spluttering

Akshata said...

Thank y'all. I put my heart into this.. Feels good reading the comments (even if its all splutter). Really really. :)

Sandy said...

Ru on an post-a-month diet? Cause these are way to few posts on ur blog. Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd! U shd atlest switch to a blog-a-week mode

Akshata said...

They call it engine-erring. :(

Trust me, there's nothing I'd love more than a blog-a-day mode. Thanks for visiting. :)

shashank said...

kya idea hai yaar....
its really fantastic..
keep it up

purplestorm said...

As they've said, the theme chosen is a good one. But am sure that a little amplification would have been better!

prakash said...

awesome post, and i bet u are the elder one (coz the same is the situation with my sis)

bharath said...

brilliant!!!

Merin Mandanna said...

Not only is this the most beautiful piece of literature I've read,its also my favorite. As lovely as 'The sister of my Heart' :) :)
Simply too good.
All hail Akshata!

csbhagya said...

hi akshata...beautiful writing...i like the ironical tone of the ending...very heartwarming story.
when i read the phrase "oppositely directed siames twins" i had this sudden feeling that you were talking about them thinking wise! could be, though right...
thats just me being weird...
very nice piece !

Akshata said...

Thanks a lot, really. :)