Ocean's Pearl

Found this piece scribbled in a long lost corner....
I am not too sure if I like it, yet am posting it, coz I 've kinda mixed feeling towards it. I dont feel like it's author, yet I can't really tear it up....

Teri galiyon se babasta hai dil ka sukoon
Humara afsana ishq mein tere ban gaya junoon...

"Only actresses can remain sexy and desirable forever. I am on the wrong side of thirty with no more takers in the marriage market, my dear."
Jenny wasn't bitter; she was just stating a fact.

But Prakash could not be convinced. He had known her, admired her, respected her too long, to even remotely believe that. And he had seen her grow up.

Jenney was sweet, with a twinkle in her eyes, and a life full of ambitious plans. But she was wary of the "love" word. She had tried her hand at the fire (that's how she loved to put it), and had known many men casually and intimately, more in the prime of her youth and dwindling with time and age.

Her parents had given up on her, less because she would eventually refuse every guy they suggested, more because they could no longer find guys to fix her up on a date with. If parents held out so long, it is easy to imagine, when friends and well wishers would have resigned.

Jenny believed that interesting men had not crossed her way, and it had maybe an ounce of truth in it. She was too smart for most, unapproachable for the rest, and the tiny minority remaining were either taken, or too contrary to her taste.

"I 'll look out for a married hunk, or a college cutie now." She joked often.

There were things she had never figured out. Why had she not found her Mr.Right? And for that, was there ever a Mr.Right?

"Ah, Jenny, get a life!" she would say to herself, whenever these thoughts started to knock.

Prakash was concerned. He knew the pains of a lonely life, even without ever having to hear it from her. Freedom and no strings attached were the brighter side, but there was more to such a life than caught the eye.

Coming back home to nobody - and he would not feel like coming back at all. He made all the money and he did all the work, coz he was the only one left to finish it, when everyone else had gone back to their nests.
And the worst he believed was waking up on a cold and lonely bed.

He would worry for Jenny.

"Your parents wouldn't be around forever, I wouldn't be around forever; and passing years don't add but take from a life, more so when u don't have a source of replenishing it."

"But what if I marry, and it doesn't work out, whatever be the reasons, human or divine. I 'll be a sad old grumpy woman then. At least I am not sad and grumpy now!!
And if you are talking about kids, [sigh] look around. How much of support or company are they to their parents.

And by the way, which century are you living in anyway?"

"Yeah right, you always make me an old man, though I never feel younger than with you."

Fourteen years wasn't that big a gap, or maybe it was.

"Prakash, get a life!"

......and thus went their often repeated mid-afternoon conversation. It had been a Saturday regular for quite some time now. They sat facing the sea, talking, till silence overtook the eloquence of words.

They seem like two lonely souls to you?
The sea told me - they were happiest this way.