The night after...
He woke up. It was a beautiful morning. He stretched his arms and Reena rolled into them. He smiled tenderly. 'Go out for a jog', Reena said. She busied herself then in fixing breakfast and other mundane tasks.
He jogged for an hour by the lake. Looked at the snow capped mountains . Breathed in the crisp air. And then he realized what it was that he wanted. What was raw and what was deep. He wanted to scale the mountain. He wanted to dive in the water. He wanted challanges, he wanted to prove himself by overcoming them. What's there in complacency. It is no good to think that you have it all, that your world is too perfect and idle around. He was not a weak man that he could not enjoy what he had. He was strong, stronger than the rest. He wanted his muscled arms to sweat, he wanted to feel the strong sun, he wanted to reach newer heights.
It is foolish to think that you have it all and more foolish to crib about it! He came back home. Greeted Reena with a smile, and wondered what went inside this woman's heart. With a routined life of breakfasts and lunches and dinners, and linen and upholstery and silverwares, did she not seek a life beyond. A life of one's own. Of challanges that one sets for oneself. Of dreams that one chases.
He just wondered, and thought he'd find it out some day.
2 comments:
Literally scale the snow-capped mountains with strings like mountaineers ?? Dive in the ice-cold water of the lake ?? Does he need something such spine-chillingly, mercilessly, dangerously RAW?? Has your hero gone insane??
What happened to your hero ?? Did he get his sanity back ?? Or is he still lost in the mountains or exploring the depth of the lake and wishing that he never had been swamped abotu thoughts of being RAW ?? Tell your hero that if you want to be RAW, you have to Run Around Wounded ... so better let yourself be engulfed by the softness of Reena than the thorns pricking merrily at his unguarded ass as he trudges grudingly up the mountains !!
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