Their Little Clichés: Scene 42

The Decision

[Evening time. A path in a park, sloping and coming upwards towards the top of a small hill. Camera pans from the gravel and moves upwards giving a side view of the path. Camera then pulls out and traces the path upwards while capturing the greenery around. You can see the leaves fluttering from the blowing wind. On the top of the hill there is a round stone table and two figures are sitting around it. Camera cuts to showing half of the back of His head and the other half is focused on Her face.]

Her
So this is it?

Him
Why does it have to be it?

Her
We need to decide.

Him
Okay, then decide.

Her
I said ‘we’ need to decide, not ‘I’ need to decide.

Him
(sighs)

Her
Don’t do that. You know I hate it when you do that.

[Camera slowly rotates to the back of her head, revealing him. He looks different from what we have seen of him earlier. A disheveled look and a stubble mark his face. But he does not look tired.]

Him
(smiles)

Her
What?

Him
(playfully) And I love it when you do that.

[Light music plays. Camera pans upwards showing an aerial view of the round table and the two figures seated around. Fade to black.]



This is an attempt to ‘continue’ and ‘borrow’ a style from Wandering Dervish of Loud Thinking. You can read Parts 1-6 here and Part 7 here.

The creation of music

To witness the creation of music is an event that happens once in a lifetime.

The sounds echoed longer than they should have when they were created. The lights lingered longer than they would have when they passed by your vision. The moment lasted longer than it does when you are enjoying yourself so much.



Some say that there is no taste and smell to music. I tell them to witness its creation.

Don't

Don't stop yourself
From writing this
It has to be written

My two voices spoke to me today, and I melted as I listened to them. They told me things that I didn't want to hear but I needed to hear. It was a realization of sorts. Actually, it wasn't. It was just a story. A story of how this was all going to come together. It was a story of the future. So it was something that may or may not come true. It was something that was in my own hands. The two voices spoke of two different directions. One that was to be taken in the knowledge of what I had heard and the other was to ignore it and to carry on. Sometimes, you have more information than you need to make a decision. Then how do you go about it? This was part of the problem that I was facing at this stage. But this was just the easy part. The difficult part was actually the decision to take it forward. Whatever I decided I needed to take it forward. It was one way or the other. There was no middle path. There could be no middle path. The two voices were drowning out each other to be heard. And neither could be heard now. All I could hear was the oncoming of silence. The silence that meant that it was time to decide. The silence that meant it was time to write this down. The silence that meant it was time to read this again for what it was. The silence.

Don't stop yourself
From reading this
It has to be read

Fourth

This is the fourth time I am writing this.

So what is ‘this’? ‘This’ is actually nothing. It is an imaginary thought, a vision, a dream. Could it happen? I am not sure. But I want it to. I don’t know what I would do if it happened, but I think I would want to see what I would do. It would be the fourth time it will happen. But not the fourth time for me. For me, it will be a first. And first times are scary. Think about all your ‘first times’. Not as in looking back, but as in that very moment when it was happening or about to happen and you did not know what would happen after it. How things would turn out.

This is the fourth time I am thinking about this.

Reminisces

I collect
Little fragments
Of memories
When I travel

These fragments
Which I
Look at again
When I want to remember

I create
Imaginary fragments
For the memories
I have not collected

These memories
Are the ones
Which are more
Interesting than reality

I destroy
Other fragments
From my memories
To make them perfect

These fragments and memories
Are more often
Than not
Unrequited

Clairvoyant

“Things are not always completely clear the way you would like them to be. That is why everything cannot be as predictable as you would like it to be. That is why you are not so sure what is going to happen next. That is why you don’t know what your reaction is going to be to something. That is why you have to take it as it comes. That is why life is full of surprises and disappointments. That is why it is so wonderful.”

“Then why are you a fortuneteller?”

“Because I know.”

“What do you know?”

“I know what I need to know, and no more.”

“Then you tell people what they want to hear?”

“I tell people what they need to hear.”

But, there is no rain

The music plays in the background.

All she can see is the storm coming.

The dark clouds settle over the horizon and lay in wait for their signal.

The thunder.

To mark the beginning of the onslaught.

The storm.

A flash of what could have been and what has been.

The lightning.

The music plays for her.

The storm is because of her.

But, there is no rain.