Room for Two

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She was a literature lover and fan of Virginia Woolf’s work. He was a doctor but not of hearts. Quite practical by nature, as assumed by others. Someone who is more interested in philosophy, quantum physics, and evolutionary history rather than human folly.

She wondered how did the medical professional give her lectures on the unsolved mysteries of life. While citing the truth that there are limitations in science and medicine. Not all diseases can be cured by popping a pill. Some are birthed by us, and multiplied tenfold by using the negative voices, which dance in our head.

The bibliophile girl was amazed by the doctor’s truthfulness and the honesty that he maintained throughout. Deep down, he also appreciated her company. The medical professional felt happy knowing, though belonging to the opposite sex. The girl is interested in expanding her knowledge rather than engaging in mindless chatter.

They had a diverse taste for life. She enjoyed watching murder mysteries, psychological thrillers, and documentaries, that showcased the life of psychopaths. He enjoyed listening to podcasts and learning about philosophy to make himself more depressed, and a little closer to reality.

Lovers

Both knew they were strongest when together. It felt therapeutic; it felt connected while being alienated from the vandalising worldly affairs. Being emotionally blunt, they didn’t know how to express. But felt the bond growing deeper and stronger.

So one day, they decided to have a face-off to know whether they can bare each other. Because they certainly didn’t have an appetite for things that didn’t rage from within. Therefore, they wanted to know will their union last long or will it collide. So they lived under one roof for a day or two. How it left, only their hearts knew.

When they both departed, the room where they lived became a second home to them. Where they visited every now and then, not in reality but in their thoughts. Because when they weren’t together, they relived those golden moments by replaying them in their head. One day, the girl finally decided to make a move. So in a letter, which she never posted, the girl wrote:

I wish there’s a room for two,

Where we could shout out loud.

Nobody intervenes,

Nobody frowns,

Just us talking to the storms.

 

I wish there’s a room for two,

and even a matchbox would do.

The more compact it is,

The less lonely it’ll feel.

I wish there’s a room for two.

Where I can lie and watch the spider spin its web,

Which appears like a crochet sweater, that my mother made.

 

I wish there’s a room for two.

So we can break without thinking that others will hear.

Because even a tiny spot works well, when you have to shed a tear.

I wish there’s a room for two.

Where we can bring a new life together.

And watch it crawl, run and tumble down.

Play with our minion creation until our breath runs out.

 

I wish there’s a room for two with a dressing table made of teak wood,

Where we will push each other and fight with our combs.

And sometimes gently brush each others hairs,

Only when it’s fine and grey.

 

I wish when the day comes, I am not standing there alone.

Gazing at the mirror, waiting for you to come home.

I wish there’s a room for two,

And even a teeny tiny old space would do,

If I have you.

Let thy spirit be high in love. Namaste

14 thoughts on “Room for Two”

  1. Pragati, this had me spinning! The story hooked me and had me thinking of the narrative of one of those films, can’t recall the name, where the girl and boy spend a day wandering a city together. Then the poem at the end! Oh is seemed so sad, I think it will be on my mind for a while.

  2. Pragati didi, you write superbly well with such simple words. I don’t know if all the adjectives of the dictionary could ever describe your literary beauty.

    1. Thank you so much, Aditi, for the words of encouragement. I believe writing should make you feel connected to the idea, story or thought than making you toil, without doing it’s job. Much love, I’m truly humbled by your response.💌

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