She is stirring Chicken curry in a black stainless steel pot when I see these thin tiny wrinkles on her hands. She pours some of the Gravy with my favorite chicken piece in a white bowl and hands it to me.
“I’ve made your favorite food today” A confused smile captures her beautiful face.
Her eyes fighting with a fear that her daughter might still be angry over last night’s fight and her heart assuring and reassuring her, No she isn’t.
One warm desperate tear flows out of my eye.
I can see my soul that gets up and hugs her passionately leaving my stone-heart body behind.
I take a bite of chicken piece that cuddles up with the tears stuck in my throat and a soothing peace occupies her face.
She puts a glass of water beside my plate leaves the kitchen.
All these years I kept complaining to myself and she kept cooking my favorite dishes. She never understood that I wanted more than my favorite chicken pieces and I never realized that I’ve to tell her that.
Nodding my head upside down wasn’t easy that time but her face glowed with an ethereal shine and my heart swam into the pleasure. The pleasure of watching happiness on her face because of me, for the first time. This time, she didn’t even try to hide it, she ACTUALLY hugged me.
She didn’t realize that all my life, I never ate the pieces I didn’t like.
I’m waiting for the surprises life has to offer after 10 more days.
I wonder how beautiful I’d be looking, wearing my bridal dress on a body in which a stone pumps white blood in the ruptured veins and it spills out on the grave of broken dreams caged in shackles of love and respect for my parents.
I hate chicken curry now and she doesn’t know that.
I encountered a Facebook page that shares very exquisite German, Greek, French, Latin and Arabic words along with the meanings. Since many new words have been added to the dictionary recently, these beautiful words should have a place there too.
These are the kind of words that we yearn for, while writing prose in English and then come up with a bunch of senseless words giving almost the same meaning.While fighting with my writer’s block I exercised these. Here’s how my exercise came out:
1- La douleur exquise (The heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable)
An explanation of abandoned love, broken dreams and unfulfilled wishes in one word.
I can feel a piercing la douleur exquise at a place where my heart is. The pain mixes with my blood and flows through the veins…to my heart. Each pore of my body burns with it but I can’t supplicate for a cure. Love hath no cure.
2- Lalochezia (The emotional relief gained from using abusive or profane language)
Have you felt lalochezia ever ?
I felt lalochezia after half an hour of slapping and punching her in the face but she was standing there, in the same condition as she did before. I felt all my efforts of tearing her apart going in vain. I have to think of another plan to get rid of this freakish scary doll that my wife had brought from the market and placed near my bed.
3- Cafune (Running your fingers through your lover’s hair)
Complete definition of ‘romantic’ in one word.
You lie here, head in my lap and I cafune you. In those moments, clock stops ticking as if it holds it’s breath to listen to our’s. I hold your hand with closed eyes, sensing peaceful embrace of your love and asks myself, “Can life be more beautiful than that?“
4,5- Dormiveglia (The space that stretches between sleeping and waking), Clinomania (excessive desire to stay in bed)
I love this state of neither sleeping nor awoke completely. I often see best dreams in this state. And clinomania ? It’s my evergreen best friend.
I love you even more in dormiveglia. Your tranquilizing whispers “Wake up My Love” drench my soul leaving it thirsty for your touch. I enjoy a peaceful dormiveglia with clinomania everyday till my son comes crying “I have wet my bed again, Mommy!”.
6- Apodyopsis (The act of mentally undressing someone)
Okay that’s completely lame.
He loved her blindly until one day she sat in front of him in the classroom and he got indulged in a little apodyosis. Turned out, She’s a Man !!
7- Jaaneman (Soul of me)
I love this Urdu word. It sounds cheesy if used normally but life feels good with some cheesiness, sometimes.
Here in the East, when some random guy has to flirt with a random girl, he says, “Oye Jaaneman ! Aik Jadu Ki Japhi tu de de” (Hey Jaaneman ! Give me the magical hug) and she often gives him the magical hug with her slippers.
8- Orenda ( A mystical force present in all people that empowers them to effect the world, or to change their own lives)
I have discovered orenda lying deep inside my soul after several hours of mystic imagination. I am going to change the world. “Change your own pajamas first that you are wearing upturned since the morning, huh ! He will change the world” My wife replies with frowns on her forehead.
You can find many more interesting words on this Facebook page. I’d love to know how you use them in your writings.
**The thoughts in this post are completely mine and no one needs to agree to them. This post is written for Yeah Write Weekly challenge. Click on the badge to see other entries and to vote on Thursday.