Monday, March 13, 2006

Maelstrom

The first time he hit me, I refused to believe it. My body felt it: my cheek stung, the sound reverberated around the room, for one slight second I could swear I saw double. My eyes took in his contorted face leaning into mine as he breathed heavily. But my brain said it was all a lie; it had to be a lie. The seconds filed calmly past as we simply stared at each other. And ever so slowly, into that shocked silence, my rage was born.
This is how Amrita Rajan's tale - a powerful portrayal of the decay and degeneration of what starts out as a loving relationship - begins.

The entire story is definitely worth reading. Please do so here.

7 comments:

Known Stranger said...

good narration. more than the narration i am impressed in the attitude of yours that caught into these words that stung you silently but eloquently

Sujatha said...

Hello Known stranger: thank you for your comment. That essay/story was written by Amrita Rajan, a writer based in New York.

The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...

Thanks for the link. Extremely well written piece.

Sujatha said...

SF, you're welcome. :)

chitra said...

It's so vivid!

Hilal said...

great story. very well written. thank you for sharing. have you seen this site: http://www.chowk.com/?

Sujatha said...

Chitra, yup!

Hilal, you're welcome, I'll check out the link. Thanks.

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