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Love Type III

Steer I : Blue Valentine

Somehow she didn’t want to confess to him that she was so weary of all those people who would seem to want to take care of her.

He touched her cheek gently, caressingly . Her heart was beating so loudly, that s,urely he could hear it.

He smooths your hair back , the touch of his fingers sending waves of awareness through her. He was going to kiss her….that was what she wanted ; wasn’t it ? So why did she feel as if she trembled on the edge of the precipice ready to topple over in an instant.

Then his lips found hers and she stopped thinking at all , only feeling. Feeling the tenderness of his kiss , the strength of his arms around her , the steady beat ,of his heart under her hand as she turned into his arms . There is a precipice , and she was falling head over heels . Falling in love with him.

Steer II : Madeliene (amile)

A middle –aged woman ,about 45-50 I guess….

She recounts her life –story…….

My husband worked for LadyBird Insurance . Its not so secret that he slept with his secretary. They used every hotel around. Not the grotty ones , either. So , he swiped from till .A little at first ,then 50 million . Off they flew to Suth America. A year .later I got a letter sayin he had been killed.

My life stopped right then.

Then she took out a letter he wrote from the barracks…

Dear Mado ( that’s me Madeliene ; she grins ) “ I cant sleep ,cant eat knowing that my only reason to live is far away in Paris . I wont see her until a fortnight on Friday, when my sweet little weasel appears at the station in her strappy blue dress..( the one she thinks is too Transparent) …..she wailed.

Has anyone written to you like that? She asked…

And then she wept….not from anger ,betrayal, disbelief or hatred…all that remained was that letter and she wept just coz of the same reason she wept 25 years ago…she wept in love…..

Steer III : Viva La Gloria

I saw her craving for love …I saw it in her eyes .

I saw her falling in love and not wanting to come out.

I saw her waiting for love and wanting to wait

I saw her hoping in love and not wanting to give up hope.

I saw her pummel into it , swamped by it , living in its delirium ,dreaming about it.

And I saw regression.

I saw her getting inspired and then getting disconcerted .

I saw content and I saw vexation.

I saw courage and I saw diffidence.

I saw victory and I saw defeat.

I saw happiness , gratification and I also saw frustration and confusion.

I saw her getting lost and wanting to remain lost.

I saw believe and wanting to believe and then I saw disbelief.

I saw bewilderment and I saw hollowness.

I saw the fight and then I saw the surrender .

I saw her flowing and then I saw her gagged .

Maybe I saw her feeling it but not being made felt.

Maybe I saw her giving it but not having received.

Maybe I saw her loving but maybe I saw not.

I saw all ; all this in a span of 15 minutes .There was a drizzle and then there was a breeze .

As slow and as fast as her emotions came and went by .

What I did not see was hatred , not for a while .

All I remember is just her smile .