Boom!Bang! CRASH!

Two women. Two worlds. Dying. Cause? Two men. Effect? Emptiness.Darkness.Nothingness.

Crash!
The weekend's not been particularly good. I want to write every little detail of the past 48 hrs or so. If I did, it'd turn out to be a novelette.

First woman:
What do you do when your sane, routine, mundane, regular world is hit by a quake of such magnitude that all you can do is gape at the yawning chasm where once was your world?
Sit up all night reliving. The promises. The shared dreams. The memories, of good times and bad. The life that once was. The life that you were aspiring to live, everyday. The life that you knew you deserved. The life that you wanted, waiting to happen, just around the corner. Then it's snuffed out. The dreams? Crash! The promises? Crash! The hopes? Crash!There is nothing where once there was life. Crash! All because of one man.

My most beautiful, my most cherished, my dearest friend. I love you. Period. (Words sometimes fail to express what silence can accomplish. I'm here.)

Boom!Bang!
I called her. She called me. We didn't speak when we really needed to. We missed each other's calls. Each didn't know how the other's world was collapsing.

Second woman:
So you finally take courage in your hands. Thrust apprehensions aside. Shove fear down the crevice from whence it constantly raises its ugly head. And you step over the threshold. Knowing fully well the repercussions of such a move would result in nothing. But emotion is a formidable ally (?). It can coax and cajole you into reprehensible or fearless or wonderful actions. I have always been an emotional person. I let them guide me this time too. Result? I've spent the weekend blinded by my own tears. Boom and bang! All because of one man.

Jaane woh kaise log the jinke pyaar ko pyaar mila...humne toh bas kaliyaan maangi, kaanton ka haar mila.

Two women. Two worlds. Dying. Cause? Two men. Effect? Emptiness.Darkness.Nothingness.

He sleeps. While I cry.