Musings...

You’re walking down the street, your arm in his. It’s 10 am in the morning and it’s quite a sight. Cars honking, people passing by without glancing at each other, but always at you. Grey, drab buildings loom over you threateningly, as if they’ll devour you. You tighten your grip on his arm and keep moving.

It’s the perfect example of a normal weekend, you observe as you cross the road. But you’re paranoid. You look at him. He’s walking calmly as if nothing’s happening. As if no one’s staring. He might act indifferent, but you know better. The way their eyes sweep over you, the way their mouths curl in disgust, the way their expressions accuse you- it’s scary.

You’ve only just moved to this city but it’s the same everywhere. The eyes won’t leave you alone. But then, you’re giving them a chance to stare at you, dressing up as you do, aren’t you? But you don’t see any problem in the way you dress, and neither does he. So you borrow a little strength of his and face the public as you are. You’ve been repressed by your family, your friends, the society for too long. You’ve cared enough about them. You’d be lying if you said that you stopped caring, but you’ve found someone worth giving them all up for.

A middle aged man, decent looking, walks towards you, a sneer upon his face, and as soon as he’s close enough, he spits at you. But your partner pulls you away, fast enough to avoid it. He gives the stranger a cold glare and you both continue walking.

Sometimes, you wonder if his indifference is just a mask he wears. Deep inside, he might be as vulnerable as you, but he might put on the mask, just for you.

You shake your head to clear your thoughts, but it doesn’t erase the feeling of being watched. You’re confused. You don’t understand why everyone objects to you both being together, why they look at you as if you are a freak of nature.

Some of them pity you.

‘They’re sick. They can’t help it.’

You hear the whispers. They anger you. They disgust you.

But then, he reminds you that not all people understand that the love for your partner is above their sex. In fact, most of them don’t. But you both know the truth and that is enough.

You look at the source of your strength in wonder. He catches your eye and smiles. You automatically smile back.

Yes, as long as you have love, you will fight for it. You continue walking together to a new tomorrow.

Rain

Note: This was a challenge drabble given to me by my best friend. I hope you enjoy it!

You storm out of your house and right into the rain. You like the rain. The softly falling water droplets calm you down. But not on the days like this.
You feel utterly confused and disgusted with yourself. He doesn't care about you, even though he's with you. You often wonder why. Your relationship is a sham, a hoax, a facade for others to see. They don't know how much you fight. They don't know that he doesn't care. But he doesn’t know that you do.
You curse when you accidentally step into a muddy puddle in the broken road. But the curse isn't directed at the puddle. You curse yourself for caring too much for him.
This has happened loads of times, so much so that it has become a part of your routine now. Fighting, screaming, walking out, but then- coming back.
You can't help it and you hate yourself for that. You wonder if he'll ever call you back if you don't return. But not returning back to him makes you double up with the unpleasant intensity of it. You know you can't live without it or the sham you call your relationship.
As you stand in the middle of the empty street with the rain pouring down on you, you look up to the heavens and pray that the rain erases either half of your life....