Hi Folks: Here's another one from me.. Thanks for all the PMs and all the kind words.. No bashing please.. No Name Calling... I appeal to your Artistic And Asthetic Sense.. Thanks..
A True Story - of Regret and Glory
He plopped down in the chair as soon as he heard CUT from the director.
How many days had it been? How many weeks?? He did not feel like taking an inventory of his schedule and how busy life had become. That was how the natural progression of things should have gone, right? A few TV serials followed by a surging entry into the Enviable world of Films.
'Why am I restless, then? I am walking on the path I chose and seeing tangible success in front of me. Friends and family are proud of me and the number of fans are increasing daily.. Why then, is there this restless feeling .. Something that makes me want to be so busy in work that I will have no time to be alone with myself. What am I running from??'.
His chain of thought was abruptly halted by a HI.. his co-actor came and sat in the chair next to him. HEY , she said once again, but he just smiled and kept quiet. She was nice. Happy, bubbly girl with starry-eyed dreams of making it big in the Industry. He was struck by an uneasy, weary feeling. What is this??
YUP..
Her !! he was missing her!!
No, not MISSING in the true sense of the word, but longing for her presence, her scent in the air, her aura around him.
The way she moved so beautifully against his own body in the dance sequences, the way she smelt, the way she got a little nervous just before an emotional or romantic scene, her laughter, that lovely surprised look she used to give each time he would pull of a stunt on the sets, the way they had gotten into a habit of checking eachother's green rooms to see if either was IN, the way they openly shared food, opinions, jokes or even insults and the way they secretly stole glances, touches, dances and hugs between shots and takes!! Her flawless cool porcelain skin that warmed under his touch, the way his fingers would curl up around her back and rest peacefully at the base of her breasts each time he lifted her during the numerous lift sequences they had done, her flaring nostrils and uneven breathing betraying the truth as to how uncomfortable they both were in doing intimate scenes together and how hard they tried to camouflage it!! All these memories flooded his senses in a flash, overwhelming him.. And sinking him deeper into thoughts.
Why could he rationalize this on-set relationship back then? How could he justify those moments?? That's exactly how..They had NOT bothered rationalizing or justifying anything.
He thought "thats why it is hurting now, like an open wound that developed quickly, crossed all boundaries, went unchecked and got too close to heart".
A single tear fell from the corner of his eyes as his heart filled with a heavy feeling that this kind of magic could never, would never be recreated by him.
Magic, by definition, is momentary and this one had an end as well.. But there was a sense of guilt with the glory and reverence with regret !!
ORDER .. He heard.. Next shot was ready.. He got up robotically but stopped dead in his tracks as he heard a song in the background
Sun Rahin Hoon Sudh Budh Khoke Koi Mai Kahaani
Poori Kahani Hai Kya Kise Hai Pata
Main Toh Kisi Ki Hoke Yeh Bhi Na Jaani
Ruut Hai Yeh Do Pal Ki Ya Rahegi Sadaa
Edited by ~Saraa~ - 12 years ago
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