Love, an Illusion

mimpi
It was dowdy everywhere, people were jostled, confused, heckled. The bleak noisy surrounding was exacerbated by the interventional hullabaloo of the negotiators. She was standing under a huge pillar of the 400 year old heritage building. The sun stared fiercely, she was dripping inside. He was happy chatting with a friend, whom she did not know. He drank tea, inspected the mundane surrounding like an inspector who had come to settle yet another of his long pending assignments. He then walked up to the museum where the historic trials of the freedom fighters were being held during colonialism.

He came out with a complacent smile as if he was liberated of bulk of his earthly sins, the rest he would be by evening for sure. She was shocked to see him so carefree, so blithe, so indifferent, She did not want to use the term happy, it would shatter her. At about 2-30 in the afternoon, they were being called inside.

It was pretty much like the ones we see on TV. A dais where the chief sat, two wooden cubicles on both his sides, little lower was the most ordinary chairs arranged in most efficient alignment! About 100 black cloaked people had their respective chairs, behind were the settees for the commoners. They went and sat there. The chief, with a velvety black, supremo apparel, started amidst pin drop silence, one by one the black cloaked placed and argued their says. The attendant hollered 107: 2007 and two black-cloaked men walked up to the dais. She and he stood onto the left wooden cubicle.

After a few normal questionnaire, which, mostly, he answered with an eerie, untroubled heart. The man scribbled the testimonial and they were severed for life! It was that easy! She drooped down with a bleeding within, shuffled down the long stairs with heavy legs and finally managed to reach the car all alone.

She had never wanted this to happen, never in her life.
It was a long, tiring, depressing, demoralising day.......
She was finally dissociated from her love, the love that she never had. It was an illusion!

After all, love is an illusion!

Published by mimpi

Mimpi (Mou D) is freelance writer who writes to express her thoughts and views on this enriching journey of life. She is always looking forward to learn and share her insights while living life to the fullest.  View profile

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  • Mary-Jane Jones12/6/2008

    You are very good with words from the heart. :)

  • Alok8/10/2008

    Beautifully written Mimpi. Your words describe the settings and emotions so well.
    May I say here, When the love we seek turns out to be an illusion, then life itself so often seems to be. Yet, we still love and want to be loved , for love is the food of the soul.

  • Kanan Saksena7/28/2008

    Very well wriiten..a very Elliot style..so much pain so subtly hidden all over.

  • cathiesbloggs1/31/2008

    this is fantastic !!!...wow !!!

  • Kristie Leong M.D.1/30/2008

    You are a real writer! Fantastic!!

  • Rajesh1/29/2008

    Love, as is generally understood, is no doubt an illusion - which sooner or later is bound to get shattered. For it is conditional and full of possessiveness. Love devoid of these traits becomes divine love where one does not expect anything in return.

  • A.M. Morgan1/14/2008

    Wow this is really good and leaves me speechless.

  • Shiuly Ray1/14/2008

    It's painful indeed!

  • Katy Berezny1/9/2008

    I absolutely love your way with words!!

  • mimpi1/9/2008

    Thanks all.

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