The Unshakeable


It was a story about a couple. They were lovers, but couldn't show their love. They were married, but spent little time together. They had a child who had been taken away from them. They were together, but they were more alone with each other than they were by themselves.

It was not a true story. Yet in some ways, the words on paper seem truer than the stories we have heard from people for so many days.

It was a story of secrets that should have remained untold. It was a story of small incidents that should have stayed insignificant, but they didn't.

It was a lament. They cried, but I didn't.

I am a rock.

No, really.

Comments

  1. bondgal_rulzFebruary 6, 2009 at 9:00 AM

    What is it with men and rock ? No, really ?

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  2. Arnab MajumdarFebruary 6, 2009 at 10:43 AM

    Hmm... that's one way of looking at it. I didn't aim to personify the dude as the rock though... :D

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  3. Arnab MajumdarFebruary 6, 2009 at 10:43 AM

    Hmm... that's one way of looking at it. I didn't aim to personify the dude as the rock though... :D

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  4. akankshaFebruary 7, 2009 at 4:20 PM

    nicely expressed! :-)

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  5. Arnab MajumdarFebruary 7, 2009 at 5:12 PM

    @ akanksha... thank you :)

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  6. Mahesh SindbandgeMarch 8, 2009 at 6:31 PM

    You talk of stories, true stories and untold stories and many not to be told but anyhow told stories...Well that was it all about.. right?
    I am not sure..what to say on this..
    so i am keeping my comment untold which is up to you to understand... :P

    Keep writing.. :)

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  7. Mahesh SindbandgeMarch 8, 2009 at 6:31 PM

    You talk of stories, true stories and untold stories and many not to be told but anyhow told stories...Well that was it all about.. right?
    I am not sure..what to say on this..
    so i am keeping my comment untold which is up to you to understand... :P

    Keep writing.. :)

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  8. Arnab MajumdarMarch 8, 2009 at 8:13 PM

    @ Mahesh... You're somewhat right, but then again, there is no right and wrong with what I write... I always like to keep the interpretation open to the readers, it's much more fun that way.

    You said quite a lot on this one already man :) Thanks a lot for the comments...

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  9. Arnab MajumdarMarch 8, 2009 at 8:13 PM

    @ Mahesh... You're somewhat right, but then again, there is no right and wrong with what I write... I always like to keep the interpretation open to the readers, it's much more fun that way.

    You said quite a lot on this one already man :) Thanks a lot for the comments...

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  10. Mahesh SindbandgeMarch 9, 2009 at 10:46 PM

    Hmmm i am glad that you liked it.
    Actually i liked it arnab and i don't leave a chance to say it what i have in my mind unless i feel that it might hurt someone..:)

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  11. Mahesh SindbandgeMarch 9, 2009 at 10:46 PM

    Hmmm i am glad that you liked it.
    Actually i liked it arnab and i don't leave a chance to say it what i have in my mind unless i feel that it might hurt someone..:)

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  12. Arnab MajumdarMarch 10, 2009 at 3:48 PM

    @ Mahesh... Out here, you can say whatever comes into your mind when you read the stuff... I really like honest comments :) Keep visiting, there might be some new stuff on the blog... cheers...

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