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First Love makes you a worse person. (So go look for the second one to fix that!)

It has been twenty years since you left. Twenty years that I have not seen you. Honest to God, I don’t completely remember your face now. Only that smile, those hazel eyes, and your green striped shirt that later, someone stole from your clothesline on a summer afternoon. That summer remember, we stole mangoes from whichever garden we could, and attempted to cook chutney. And the aftermath – burnt coils of the electric heater and a blackened saucepan.

I wonder why even after all these years, a gentle sprinkle of your memories, unleashes a strong flow of emotions that occupy those corners of my mind that normally don’t exist in my everyday life. I don’t like it. I don’t like that you come so close to me but only in a dream. I can neither touch you nor make you go away. You tease me like a freshly popped champagne bottle spilling out froth. That froth that burns my fingertips, but never wets them enough. And slowly, precipitates away into nothing.

You are not “nothing” in my life. You are my first love. The kind of love they say you get only once. The kind they say you “give” only once.
The true value of the thing lost can be weighed by its remains. When you left, what remained was a special kind of emptiness. I say a special kind because it couldn’t be replaced. I couldn’t let that happen. Because if I did, the value of my emptiness would prove to be less than the value of your memories that remained. I am selfish you see. I am too proud. Losing you, did not make me any humbler. In my pride I let, the froth burn my fingers. And then I “let” it precipitate away, into emptiness.

Comments

.amanda. said…
I can really identify with the nostalgic and melancholy mood of this piece.
You embellish it well with the details such as the charred aftermath of the mango chutney, and the champagne froth.

"I don’t like that you come so close to me but only in a dream. I can neither touch you nor make you go away."

"The true value of the thing lost can be weighed by its remains."

These parts stood out to me; the sentiment they express rings very true.
Proma said…
Amanda - Thanks for your note. I am glad that I could convey a feeling through the short post :)

Wish I had time to write longer posts.....and stories. Thanks for reading, I know I haven't been good at updating my blog of late :(
Proma said…
Some angry reader posted a comment on this post complained about how a post like this can cause harm to someone's happy married life. I am stunned by the absurdity of his/her comment and laughing aloud at the ridiculous deduction that this person made.
I really hope that I will get better readers here who at least understand a little about creativity, expression and art.

To everyone who reads this post - this is not all about my life and love for that matter, although there may be shades from my life !
And even THEY WERE completely based on my own life, noone can stop me from writing what I feel like!!!
If you don't like reading it , then don't ! simple as that.
Anonymous said…
you should have left the comment of that stupid person on the blog so we can laugh. it sounds too funny from what you wrote about it :). i guess that person would get a divorce if he/she wasn't so conservative :)

first love is so nice just because it's our first and craziest and we are still learning about love, life, school and grocery shopping. we cherish it because we cherish our youth, when no mistakes had been made, because there was no time for them. i miss my 1st, 2nd and 3rd love, but i am happy with my 4th.
marijana
Proma said…
Marijana:

I love the way you put -love, life, school and grocery shopping in the same line !!!!

So true ! So true !
g said…
I lost my way and stumbled on your blog. Now I'm glad I did. You're a very gifted writer, Proma. I think I'll tune in again for more soon. Cheers, G
Proma said…
Thanks Girish for stumbling on my page :) I'm glad you liked what you read.
Vivek Sharma said…
The opening is awesome... nostalgia is expressed through smell, taste, color... a technique that always works.

Here is the cliche then (and you repeat your own cliche...) "corners of my mind that normally don’t exist in my everyday life" You need to get rid of those corners;)

This post flows Proma. Now I will look at the next episode.
Proma said…
Vivek, I'm glad that you thought this little piece was able to bring nostalgia. Even though I had planned to write a longer piece but was too sleepy to do so, on hindsight I'm glad I left it as is it :)
Ruksana said…
this is awesome babe, i somehow feel it would have made great poetry, ever considered that?
Twenty years...u r scaring the hell out of me. I had hopes of getting over my first love and getting on with life. Your words are killing that hope!

That apart, I agree to the post completely. Somehow, there is always an emptiness in you, after the first love.. i feel that way, four years and two more relationships later. I only hope i dont feel that 20 years later. And if I do, I also hope, she is feeling the same way wherever she is and however happy.

Lol. delirious. Blame ur lucid writing, not me. Brilliant post Proma. Loved it.
Proma said…
Ruksana - Thanks for your kind words. Just experimenting with different forms on this blog - perhaps poetry would be more beautiful ....but ...as I said...experimenting with prose :)
Proma said…
Ficus ! 4 years is nothing .... Cherish the nostalgia - nostalgia , sweet happiness and sweet pain - all precious :)

I want to frame "feelings" and emotions that might be lost through passing years
(as wisdom makes me more forgetful as it makes me forgiving )

I'm glad you liked the post :)
I do not even remember leaving that comment! But since you mentioned it to me, I checked this post again, and wow, I'm blown away. As someone else identified the line, "you come close to me but only in a dream. i can neither touch you nor make you go away" is so frickin beautiful, it breaks my heart :D.

This is some of your finest writing. Ever.

And this time, I will not forget this post :)
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