Love in the Time of Cholera

Love in the Time of Cholera

Firstly,I wish I could no more remember why I thought of bringing this beauty home from this array of books, thrice the size of it's book shop.Seller sitting on that fitting, compact, wrought iron chair in a corner of that impressive display of best sellers.He being a veteran at this job sold me the first hand copy of this book but I still believe he smartly camouflaged the second hands.What else could I have done,but buy from that only shop bearing the book i was looking for.Looking, as if I couldn't find my rhythm till I got hold of it.
One hundred years of solitude was next on my to-read list,but only if i could find more one hundred rupees in my pockets.
Hurriedly I came back home with this book having warm & solute looking cover page. A few full bloomed roses & brown glasses seeming alcohol filled or maybe scented candle cake,all this as if kept in a jiffy on that small niche in the almost torn-like wall.
I knew this was a love story with an alluring old world charm but was assured with what I made of the vintage looking cover in my mind.

CO-INCIDENTLY,

The much revered author expired early in the day and I panicked in futile as if,
I was unwise to have waited for so long,
now that he would never know of my vibes of admiration for him.

I was caught in dilemma, whether it would keep me sane post reading or make the situation worse. Not that I was sane before, not by then.So I promised myself that i won't read it till the miracle has generously spread it's wings and is hovering above showering starlets in moon light over me and the "not-possible chap",chap that drifted himself away on purpose good enough for him & slow poison enough to suffocate me in times to come.

For the first time in my whole existence-years, was in wake of ruthless deprivation of any further connect with someone.Never earlier, did i ever placed anyone on that pedestal, high enough to disappoint or betray me. Usually it was me who reserved the privilege on parting ways with people I found unworthy of keeping the bond intact.
It is always wiser to still be left with unspoken left overs & let it end in loose ends of silence
than to confront in sombre space & lose on our self righteousness.

  Now, that i have reached those loose ends & tied a terminal knot to hang on, is when I have freed myself to breed on the literary crop of gems that this book is said to be.
Book marked on the 11th page of the setup, but already hooked on big time.Waiting to conclude the experience ahead of this.

TO BE CONT.