Phase called "love"

by rekhanshiraghava
The walls of the cell were bare and white-washed. A narrow window, so far that it could not easily be reached, lighted the little room; the insane man situated on the straw seat. He was dainty, wrinkled face, most white hair. His garments appeared to be too substantial for his body, and for his dried limbs, his contracted mid-section and empty body. It looked as though he was desolated by his contemplations; simply the way worm gobbles up the natural product. It was gobbling up his body. It was the best puzzle; the man is slaughtered by an idea!
The specialist said to me:" he has shocking paroxysms of anger, I have ever seen. His franticness is of suggestive kind. He has composed a diary which demonstrates his perspective and franticness inside his head. In the event that you are intrigued, I can demonstrate to you the diary and you can read it." I took after the specialist into his lodge and he gave me a diary to peruse.
Here is the thing that it contained;
"Up to the age of 32, I lived serenity without adoration. Life appeared to me exceptionally great and amazingly simple. I was rich. I had taste for something yet had never felt energy for anything. My life was astonishing with no trepidation or inconvenience."
"I had a few fancy women without having my heart torn by yearning or my spirit wounded by adoration after the ownership. Affection has come to me in a mind blowing way."
"Being rich, I gathered old furniture. Regularly I considered obscure hands which had touched them, of the eyes that had appreciated them."
"The past pulls in me; the present startles me, in light of the fact that what's to come is demise. I lament for quite a long time for every one of that has gone. I was wandering around in Rome one sunny morning, with cheerful soul, looking in the object from olden times I saw a wonderful bit of furniture, Italian furniture."
"Why did the recognition of this bit of furniture tail me with so much constrain that I did a reversal, ceased again before that shop? Its appeal enters inside me. Vendor appears to suspect my vicinity. I purchased that bit of furniture, and put it in my room."
“One night, I saw that there may be concealing spot there. My heart started to pulsate quicker; I passed the night looking for discovering the mystery in the furniture, without having the capacity to figure out any."

“A rack slipped, I saw a brilliant scarf that had fit in with some lady. I remained there stunned, trembling and exasperates! A practically unaware fragrance, so old that it appeared like the spirit of a smell, it is the most amazing."
"I took it delicately, religiously. Also, lifted it from the resting place, a weird feeling seized me, to whom had this had a place with? Why had it been quiet down in this furniture? It moved around my hand, touched my fingers. I felt myself influenced, as though I am going to sob."
"For quite a while I kept it in my grasp and I understood gradually it is surpassing my feelings. I am being influenced, as though it contained the woman's spirit. It appeared as though I am living in previous times, and that I had known this lady, and I began to cry."
"When I came to home, I had a compelling impulse to see my fortune, I took it up and felt it, and my body began to shudder. For a few days, I stayed in my typical state despite the fact that the contemplations of scarf never departed me. At that point when I had fined stroking it, when I returned it to the resting spot; it generally felt as though it's something alive. I felt it, I coveted it, and again I had a desire of feeling it and touching it."
"I lived like this for month or two, with this thing having me, frequenting me. I was glad and tormented, as in the desire of adoration. I would close myself alone with a specific end goal to feel it upon my skin. I would move it around my eyes, wave it in air. I adored it! I could no more live far from it."
"One night I was abruptly stirred with the inclination that I was not the only one in the room, I was distant from everyone else notwithstanding. However, I couldn't go to rest once more; and I was in the fever of sleep deprivation. I rose and went to take a gander at the scarf, it appeared to me sweeter. Could the dead return? The dead returned! She came! Yes I saw her, touched her, as she was alive in previous times, expansive, fair, full, with cool bosoms, with round hardened hips. What's more, I took after that heavenly, in every one of the substance's bends with my strokes."
"I cherished this ownership, she came back each night. My bliss was at the best crest. I couldn't stand to abandon it. I strolled with it through the city, as though it is my wife. But they saw it, and guessed they took me, threw me into a prison. They took it away from me, oh misery!"
The original copy halted there. "Tune in," said the specialist "it's just around a man who experienced passionate feelings for dead, such a crazy person he is". I stammered, moved with wonder and pity, "However that scarf, did it truly exist?" I inquired.
The specialist got up and opens the storeroom, tossed towards me a messy material. I trembled, however grasped it, shrugging his shoulder; the specialist said "The psyche of man is equipped for anything."
“Doctor, I think I want to carry this scarf with me, because I can feel, I am connected with it too.” I turned around.
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celestialmind

celestialmind

October 19, 2015 - 21:34 I love this phrase: 'The past pulls in me; the present startles me, in light of the fact that what's to come is demise'. Can I borrow your words someday? Good piece of writing!
rekhanshiraghava

rekhanshiraghava

October 20, 2015 - 04:02 Sure... You can.... Thank u...
Lea Ebio

Lea Ebio

October 20, 2015 - 04:37 what more could I say? it was eerily sweet and crazy! like the piece of garment is very intriguing...I wished I could have the chance to know it's owner...great work rekhan! and what a very mysterious scarf and scary too...
rekhanshiraghava

rekhanshiraghava

October 20, 2015 - 07:12 Well thank u so so much... I am so glad u liked it... Thanks a ton
sheelsdevi

sheelsdevi

October 20, 2015 - 09:10 My goodness your thought process in this story is so very intriguing. .some phrases caught on like wildfire.very different and very interesting.good one..
rekhanshiraghava

rekhanshiraghava

October 20, 2015 - 11:21 Thanks a ton.... I am so glad u liked it...
The Veil of Midnight

The Veil of Midnight

October 20, 2015 - 13:39 I love the connection to the scarf. Very spooky. It gave me chills!
rekhanshiraghava

rekhanshiraghava

October 20, 2015 - 19:42 Oh... I am glad... Thanks
Sharmishtha Shenoy

Sharmishtha Shenoy

October 20, 2015 - 19:00 Very innovative use of a scarf!
rekhanshiraghava

rekhanshiraghava

October 20, 2015 - 19:43 Oh... I am happy u liked it...
nupur27

nupur27

October 21, 2015 - 06:33 It went off the end like a poem. A story narrated in a poetic way!!!! The words were so involving tat i loved it!!!
rekhanshiraghava

rekhanshiraghava

October 21, 2015 - 07:04 Thank you nupur....
nupur27

nupur27

October 21, 2015 - 07:06 Ur welcome:):):) read my entry too... Hope it gels u as its a bit less scary:P
Velantra

Velantra

October 21, 2015 - 14:49 It is a remarkable story line. I am not a person for bad comments ever, I rather just say nothing, but you may look at the right use of your synonyms. (I mean it in a good way) :-)
rekhanshiraghava

rekhanshiraghava

October 21, 2015 - 20:02 thank you... your comment is important... thanks
PenFairy

PenFairy

October 27, 2015 - 02:53 This is an interesting piece! you surely got me curious..Who is the owner? Why did he have such connection with her? Why did they put him in prison? And why did the writer have a connection to it tooo? Looking forward to a part 2.... :)
rekhanshiraghava

rekhanshiraghava

October 27, 2015 - 08:11 Thank you.... So much... Well haven't thought about writing part 2 of it... But yes just because you mentioned I feel like continuing it.... Thanks again
Joy

Joy

October 29, 2015 - 11:17 Wow!!! I really have no words to comment but I can say this much I loved it.... keep writing :)
rekhanshiraghava

rekhanshiraghava

October 29, 2015 - 17:41 Thank you so much... I am so so obliged
Susan Jacob

Susan Jacob

October 29, 2015 - 20:48 Quite a wonderful piece of writing !!!! I liked the title.....No words... a beautiful one Keep going
rekhanshiraghava

rekhanshiraghava

October 30, 2015 - 07:26 Thank you so so much..
mackdonnut

mackdonnut

October 31, 2015 - 11:07 a nice written piece kinda poetic but still the story rolls
rekhanshiraghava

rekhanshiraghava

October 31, 2015 - 14:07 Thanks a lot

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