Category: Love n Literature


The Stall.


 Ever stalled on something and later wondered what might have been? A fraction of a second is all it takes to alter a course of events. You wonder if you’ve done well with that stall of a fraction of a second.

Disclaimer: The following collection of stories are works of fiction. Resemblance of any character to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

You are stranded on a lonely desert, wandering like a nomad in search of an oasis. A faint smile spreads at the sight of a distant water body, sparkling under the scorching sun. You believe your sense of direction hasn’t deserted you just yet and trudge along to the source of elixir. You’ve now been at it for what seems an eternity, yet the Oasis seems just as much distant, as when you set out. Then a numbing thought dawns, ‘what if this is only a mirage?’ You stall for a fraction of a second.

Sky high.

You’re on top of the world, literally. Looking down at the city lights with the woman you love an arms length away. She knows not of your feelings and stands there, taking in the panoramic view through her beautiful doe eyes. The breeze plays with her hair, a wispy smile adorns her lips. It is cold, windy and quite late. A myriad of thoughts are bubbling away in that maze of a mind of yours. There are things you’d like to say that could fill sheaves of paper. Yet, you stand there almost in a daze, you muster up enough courage, ask her to hold her hand out and close her eyes. As you take her supple palm in yours, and stare back at her closed yet beautiful eyes, you freeze. The moment is sealed for eternity, you can almost hear your heart pounding against your chest. You stall for a fraction of a second.

You are a hopeless driver. It takes you an eon to even figure out the route to a place you’ve been to half a dozen times before. You’re just as hopeless an agnotist, knowing not which path to take. To get to your destination you methodically follow a route spelt out to you, to the T. “Take a left at the second round about” is the instruction given to you. You’re worried you’ve lost track again. Then in the distance you see the ‘second round about’. As you approach you see a sign post. The sign post reads ‘Evangelical church’. You stall for a fraction of a second.

You’re not a big fan of airports. They give you massive tummy churns. You’re seeing a close friend off tonight. You know not if you’ll ever see her again. Not a word is spoken as you drive her to the airport. A lilting song pours out of your music system which only exacerbates the wrenching pain that you’ve masked, feigning a blank expression on your face. You drop the friend off at the airport. Not a word is spoken again. You don’t want to ruin the going away. You see her disappear through the gates. You stand there stung by the loss. Hold on, what is this now, she’s coming back! your heart skips a beat. Could this be true?! In time you realise, she has a bottle of water on her. She has only popped out to dispose off it. Your heart sinks to depths you’ve not known existed. You want to call out to her. You stall for a fraction of a second.

All you are left with is fond memories etched away in time. You stall for a fraction of a second.

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How to Write a Love Letter


Two fates await the written expression of love for the object of your undying affection. Your words will either be kept or burned (in this age of digital media – Deleted!). But will they be worth reading? Here are some words on the lost art of love letter composition.

 Write from the heart and with the utmost regard for perfection. It matters not whether you are an accomplished writer. If you are sincere, honest and caring, your words will find a natural rhythm and music.

If possible acquire a high quality parchment and hand-write in ink. If your handwriting is worse than a physician’s employ a skilled calligrapher to transcribe your words. The visual impression will create a romantic disposition in your quarry before they even begin to read.

Be attentive to your spelling and punctuation. Love may be blind, but it notices those unschooled in the rudiments of good grammar.

Ladies should be careful to maintain their dignity when writing. A love letter should not be written lightly, for the consequence of idly toying with the affections of another can be grave.

Avoid purple prose – simple writing is easier to read and more sincere than obscure vocabulary.

Place a photograph of your loved one in front of you. Take the time and begin slowly.

Listen to romantic music to give you inspiration while you compose. Lilting jazz does the job for me.

A love letter need not be earnest – the tone can be playful, flirtatious or witty. Whatever tone you choose must feel comfortable and express your voice. Write as you speak and think. Do not attempt to be Andrew Marvell if John Keats is more your style.

Be specific. Point out 12 unique qualities about your beloved which you love. Present each one as you would a red rose – with simplicity. Carefully-chosen words, like beautiful flowers, need no other adornments but themselves.

Write only about the two of you and nothing else.

End the letter by looking to the future. You want the relationship to last forever, growing year by year. Let them know your thoughts and hopes for your life together.


After several faltering attempts, much like the first time one learns to ride a bicycle, I am kicking off my attempt to blog – hopefully on a regular basis. Thanks are in order to WordPress.

I’ve always wanted to one day, have some literary work published. Well I could also say I would want to sky dive. With my well documented nerves of steel or the lack of it, I’m quietly betting on the publishing bit. Here, I can’t help but draw a parallel between my thrist for literary work and my quest for love. For the moment they both seem to be as cold as the Melbourne weather. let me save my love life for another time.

Now is the time to pop a sherry and raise a toast to a writer and a romantic. May the quest for joi de verve be fruitful . I sign off, with something I read recently – The key to love and literature is one and the same: understanding your audience and risk-taking. Any takers, ladies?