The Drive

touching...the way they felt about the people gathered for their child`s funeral is so real like...written very well!

Touching... very emotional.

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JS,

``He parks next to the Lancers, the Corollas and the Accents. Each according to his station. He is content with his place in life. ``

Loved it!

Ras

Hi Farzana, how are you? Yes, I wrote this one deliberately with some distance. I don`t know why. That`s how it made sense to me, perhaps underlying the sense of alienation that Wilfred feels, from everything. To me, this was also a love story, albeit a sad one.

Thanks for your comments everyone.

I was really touched by this article. The way it is written makes the events unfold in front of your eyes.

It was depressing, well expressed specially with the idea of death and sepration.

i also thought along the same lines as farzana`s reading. . .that it was a reaffirmation of life. the story doesn`t `end` on a negative note. . .there is continuity, and life.

the toyota camry infomercial???!!!

Wonderous writing! Streaks of grey and black and feathery red intertwine to weave a tragic yet romantic tale that soothes. I didn`t care though about the Toyota Camry infomercial.

Welcome back to Chowk. We missed you.

Hi Jawahara:
This is like a well-crafted painting, the palette knife jabbing the colours on the portrait on the canvas...but I cannot see the eyes, if you know what I mean.

Perhaps you intended it to be that way...something held back. I did not read it as death as denouement; the story built up to an affirmation of life.

And yes, Goa...

Regards,
Farzana

That was an amazing piece. My parents had a daugher four years before I was born, who died in a car accident. The way they would, even after years of her death, talk about her and remember her was just a small glimpse into the world of pain they both shared.

I just sent this off last Friday. I can`t believe it`s already up.

Thanks Temporal, as always. I am addicted to your comments :-).

Shandana, I can totally understand what you went through at that time. Somehow nothing you would do would seem right. Very sad and awkward. And what a burden for you to carry at what should have been a purely exciting and happy time.

Nooralain, yes, I do believe they returned and probably stayed for themselves, as much as for their daughter. A very astute comment.

Aude, I don`t see death as an escape or as an alternative. It fascinates me as subject because it is the only universal truth in our lives. It is the one state that cuts across all barriers...age, sex, religion, nationality, etc. And of course, it is always interesting to write about. I am not sure why my writing sounds like psychoanalysis. That`s interesting. How have you been? I haven`t heard from you for a while.

Everyone else, thanks for reading this and commenting on it.

Perfect.
Good to see you back

jawahara:

…you seldom disappoint…

…life is a maddening rush (stream)…we journey up or down …depending on one’s vantage point…stepping on raised stones and rocks most times…or we bravely jump in occasionally into the coldness…happiness and sadness caressing the journey…the latter we forget or overlook so easily…(for we are human, haiN na?)… sadness stick to us… the greater the sensitivity the greater the sadness…this reminded me of Glimpse from Afar

lve,

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beautifully sad

Just the right amount of despair, morbidity and hope. The detachment to the whole affair, without adding your own perspective is really good.
Depressing & uplifting without pity.