Unspoken commitments

There must be numerous stories that I haven’t completed. Many still lie lonely in my notebook. Many are even less privileged — they float amongst the countless other thoughts inside my head. The characters, their stories, their lives keep coming back to me from time to time as I’d imagined them before I gave up on them for one reason or the other. Sara, Josef, The Earth-Mover, Nandini, Promila. There are so many. When I get down to write something new, however, one character whispers to me without fail — “You’ve abandoned me, you deserter,” he says. Meet Jeremy Y.

Jeremy was inspired by Jeremy Irons. Not the man, but the character he played in a movie called Being Julia. If you’ve seen the movie, you’ll know that the main character was Julia, played brilliantly by Annette Bening. But there was something fascinating about Michael, Jeremy’s character. He was supremely apathetic, I thought.

When I was kicked about giving meat and body and soul to an idea more than a year back, the first character that came to my mind was Jeremy Y. The idea was to write short stories, seven of them, in which the main characters displayed predominance of at least one of the seven chakras, the centres of energy in our bodies. (If you’d like to know more about chakras, visit here). Jeremy was conceptualised to be an apathetic, insecure, obsessively cold person. Somewhere along the story, I lost track of where he wanted to take me.

I am publishing this post to seek your opinion about what might have gone wrong. Why couldn’t I finish the story? I put forth this same question to Charles, my friend, almost a year back. He patiently read the whole thing, listened to (read) my rants with more patience than I deserved. And he suggested I get acquainted with Jeremy and Kathy more first. To understand why they acted the way they did, to know what they thought. I try. But fail.

Jeremy led me through this that you see below. I didn’t know what I was going to write when I began the story and now I don’t know where he wants me to go! Silly, no? Would you read, and tell me what you see here? Jeremy calls for help!


Jeremy

The oysters weren’t quite done yet. Noon breeze caressed him gently, bringing with it the aromas of something yummy. “Something yummy” in Jeremy’s dictionary was oysters. He especially loved the ones they made at The Drunken Crab. Jeremy lazily grew whorls on the outside of his beer mug. He was enjoying the breeze more than the beer. And since it was only very seldom that he allowed himself to enjoy, he was taking his time. Or rather, he’d put it on hold.

Jeremy Y was a strange man. He grew up in a suburban mansion with two parents, two dogs and many goldfish. The latter gave way to many of their kind over the years, but there were always many of them. His parents, Emily and Wilfred, were rich heirs of very rich people who liked to live big. But these things were not that made him strange. It was his incongruous existence at the mansion viz a viz everything and everybody; in fact his incongruity every where. He did not fit in. No, he wasn’t a square peg in a round hole. He was a football trying to snug it in inside a highway tunnel.

Jeremy was home-tutored. And that made things worse. He didn’t have to meet anyone except the tutor, who was, to him, a non-entity anyway. You see, Jeremy did not like people. He did not like places, things or being. He did not like.

But he was sitting here, smelling oysters, the only exception.

And he was wondering whether it was really true. Had he really got married last week? He found himself startled each time this question sneaked in. Kathy was a sweet girl, and was everything his parents would want in a daughter-in-law. Well-groomed, and rich. The entire crowd at The Drunken Crab seemed to somehow know that when she walked in.

“Hi! Did you see the rainbow?”

He could never have seen one if it pounded drums in his ears.

“Umm, not really. Well, yes. On TV.”

Kathy’s laughter reminded him of the tinkling bells in this mother’s charm bracelet.

“Where’ve you been living? Come out here.”

He reluctantly got up and even more reluctantly put his hand in hers. Together, they stepped out of the trendy coconut-leaf shack. The drizzle had just given way to a downpour. The rainbow to their right was fading rapidly, and would vanish before he could think of coming up with an excuse to get inside. It, the rainbow, was not going to permit him a view just yet.

Jeremy was in any case interested in other things Goa had to offer. He hadn’t picked it for his honeymoon for rainbows. He had other plans.

“Yeah. There it was. I saw it,” he obliged. And then mumbled a wry “Pity, it got washed away.” Kathy’s enthusiasm was made of stronger stuff. She cried with childish pleasure at the sight of fishermen coming out of the ocean, hopefully with prized catches. She ran towards them and called for him. Jeremy shuffled along the formless sand, glad that the Goan rain had gone as soon as it’d come.

The fishermen were prepared for enthusiastic tourists from the western world.

“Hello, Miss,” said a youngish sea-farer, his skin the color of sun-baked earth.

“Hello to you! Did you get some good catch?”

“Not today, Miss. Just some pomfret and a lot of oysters.”

“Lot of oysters, hmm? Isn’t that good?”

“Not much demand in this season.”

“Can I pick one?” Jeremy’s curiosity got the better of him.

“Yes, yes. Try one, no.”

“Try one?”

“Yes, yes. Open and put in mouth.” He washed one in the sea and handed it to Kathy. She pretended to pry it open to put the smelly meat in her mouth. She didn’t have the stomach for this.

Jeremy, on the other hand, worked it like he’d been doing it all his life. He’d eaten oysters, of course. But this was different.

When the meat dropped in his mouth, he felt an animal surge of triumph. The sticky flesh nudged the insides of his mouth, the weighty smell clung to his throat as he slowly, deliberately chewed the flesh.

“Mm. Very nice.”

Kathy looked at him, surprised. “You know, this is the closest you’ve come to appreciating something? What is it about this oyster?”

“It is a whole world in a shell.”

“Thank you,” he said to the fisherman and began walking away. Kathy threw her still unopened mollusk and caught up with him.

“You say strange things.”

Jeremy shrugged and led the way to the Drunken Crab.

Josef, the restaurant’s very young chef, was looking around with two plates in his hands, “Ah, there you are Mr. Y. Thought you’d chickened out. Oysters aren’t for every one. Here, oysters in white wine and celery sauce.”

Kathy, sitting down, looked at the sea and said, “I’ve change my mind. I’ll have your pomfret masala after all.”

Josef didn’t seem much bothered. Probably there’d be more takers of wine-and-celery oysters, “Sure, right away,” he boomed and weaved gracefully through the tables. Kathy couldn’t help following him with her eyes. Jeremy was looking at the sea, his sandy hair protesting against the breeze, his mouth thoughtfully churning the sea-juices.

Picking up the beer pitcher, Kathy poured herself a generous pint, sipped at it, and, licking the froth mustache, pointed out a motorcyclist, “They seem to have a lot of those here. They’re available on rent. The bikes.”

“Hmm,” said Jeremy, doing nothing to hide his disinterest.

Kathy’s enthusiasm had finally caught up with the rainbow. “Did you marry me for any reason other than my father’s money?”

“Hm? Yes, of course,” he made some effort to focus his eyes on hers. “My parents wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Kathy looked away, unable to believe what she’d just heard. And what it implied.

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As a child, Jeremy was quite remarkable. He was inert; he could be the rug underneath his mother’s Chippendale which no one would notice. But even more remarkable was his persistent, insistent need to keep away.

Jeremy Y was painfully suspicious of everything and everybody. He was quite adept at shrugging off people because he’d practiced over the years to build an impenetrable barbed shell around him. Well, almost.

During a holiday at Aunt Josephine’s ocean home, where his parents had sent him with a hope to soothe his frightfully morbid nerves, 10-year old Jeremy was looking at the deep ocean, stretching out to eternity.

The sea did soothe him. He looked endlessly at the endless troughs and swells, allowing the whispering breeze to lull him out of his apathy. He was so engrossed in this therapeutic daze, that he didn’t notice a boy about his age approach him. By the time he noticed him, the visitor had almost sat down next to him. Jeremy’s armor was back up.
“Haven’t seen you around before.”

The usual Jeremy would have kept mulishly quiet, but this day was different “I am visiting my aunt here,” he nodded towards the house below.

“Ms. J’s your aunt? She’s one swell lady.”

Jeremy’s grunt was non-committal.

Marty didn’t seem to notice Jeremy’s disinterest, “You ever fished for oysters?”

“No. I’ve never fished,” said Jeremy and continued to look at the sea. Much to his own surprise, he added, “Seeing an ocean for the first time. It is… very different.”

Strange things happen. It was strange for Jeremy to volunteer more conversation than necessary. He hardly ever got beyond monosyllables and callously truncated sentences. The stress of this new interaction was too much and he got up to leave.

“Hey! Wanna join me help my Dad unload oysters?”

“Where?” Jeremy found himself saying.

“Right down there. Race you,” the boy ran down the gentle slope, Jeremy jogging behind him with no intention of racing, his eyes on the deep blue below. He could feel something changing in him; something filling the empty depths inside.

The friendly new acquaintance won. His dad’s boat was about to moor at the pier. Jeremy saw a pile of brownish green shells on the boat. Oysters were served often at home, but given his general disinterest, he’d never tried them.

The boat was a bright traffic-light green. Her name, Sally Flier, was painted in white along the hull. The boy waved to his father, “Hey, watcha got?”

“Guess you were right about the mood, son. Didn’t get much.” He was now tying Sally Flier to the pier. They chuckled at some secret joke, father and son. “Who’s your friend?”

“He wants to help me help you. He’s visiting Ms. J, aren’t you umm..?”

Jeremy gave his name and found himself saying, “Yes sir, I’d like to help.”

“All right then, heave ‘em out and help me load ‘em on the truck. Marty, show how.”

Marty got on the boat and told Jeremy to lift out the load. Jeremy heard the sound of oysters rubbing against each other, he felt the salt-laden air cover him with a crisp blanket of life. As he stood beside Marty’s father, mostly useless, because his partner’s sure hands and muscular body didn’t require much from him, he felt surer and more secure than he’d ever been.

They got the load on the truck; and while he was removing sand from inside his shoes, Jeremy saw his reflection on the rear-view mirror. He was smiling.

Marty came around and picked a couple of oysters, throwing one at Jeremy.

“Open it.”

Jeremy turned it over. He wasn’t quite sure how to, but was reluctant to ask.

“Here, lemme show you,” he pried one open and held it out for Jeremy to see. The pink flesh looked too raw. He’d never seen anything like it. Pink, and gooey. Inviting, somehow.

“Dad says they have an entire world in them.” Marty had begun eating them in a sort of meditative tempo. Jeremy was still, meditatively, on the first one. The raw meat was leathery and soft – a marshmallow with more masculinity than you could ask for.

The rest of the day was a fog in Jeremy’s head. That one oyster opened up a whole new world for him. The sea was bluer than it was in the morning, Aunt Josephine less meddlesome. His parents seemed like specters from a world that didn’t matter.

Jeremy was one with the sea and the oyster’s world was no longer a clammed-up non-entity. It nourished him.

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Evening had set in. The waves had found a deeper urge to embrace the skies. They poured in, one after the other, as Kathy, a solitary figure, walked the beach. That was something she had planned for her honeymoon. But she had not thought that the do-nothing days would be alone.

Marriage wasn’t something she was trained to expect anything from. She knew it had to be with someone her parents would eventually find. She was never the kind to argue or question, she just accommodated. When she saw Jeremy for the first time, she was impressed with his haughty, disinterested air. It interested her to think how his expression would change when he knew her more. But it didn’t change. She had misunderstood his general apathy for aristocratic pomp.

And after this, naught.

And every floating thought turns into a doodle...



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41 thoughts on “Unspoken commitments”

  1. This can go in so many directions. You have here a character who can make the world his oyster. I see your dilemma. Which way to go? The path of change? A continued path of no resistance? A life changing flash of insight and knowledge of how to change? A supporting role that takes on a larger role? A meeting with the boy of his childhood who lives in some distant place? I vote for triumph…but how, with whom, when, where and why will he triumph? Keep writing. Your partial view will reveal itself. This is a gem.

    1. “Why will he triumph” That’s a question I’d like to ask. I’ve been beating myself up with doubts of having given too much power to the oysters. J’s obsession with them seems so unreal and impractical that I don’t know how to write more about him when he gives me the creeps. But then, I am reluctant in changing anything either. Perhaps that’s my problem. Perhaps I shouldn’t be so attached to what I’ve already written, and be willing to change some of this?

      Thanks for your time, Georgette. I know it is a silly thing to ask your time for and I must apologise. But I won’t, because I value your judgement.

    1. Oh but you should comment! What would I do without interaction with people such as yourself, WW!

      I am going to keep what you said in mind. Rebellion. Shame. But why? What shame? Lord! will it get darker? Should it?

      I am looking forward to find out, too!

    1. Where will he, indeed!

      I just visited your blog, Lynnette. You write well! I must go back and read more there. And will tell you here and now that your natural flair for maths scares me. I am a complete dunderhead as far as numbers go.

  2. Priya, I’m flummoxed. You know I don’t do fiction. Each and every one of my attempts to turn a character loose has led me to a corner like you have found yourself in. It’s almost like you have 2 stories going simultaenously. There’s the new marriage and where it may or may not go. Then there’s the little aloof Jeremy who discovers the surprising world of the oyster which seems to crack open his own shell just a bit. I have no idea how you might wed these two stories or two themes.

    I can’t wait to read master story teller, Charles’ comment.

    1. What stumps me about this story is the intense creepiness of Jeremy. I keep using the word, but that’s how it is. He seems to be too far gone into the world of disappointment and distrust. Oysters are just a coincidental thing, perhaps. The surroundings of when he ate oysters for the first time perhaps instilled some temporary worm of open-mindedness in him. But choosing a honeymoon location just to go to a shack to eat their oysters is sort of, well, creepy.

      We’ll see if he’s able to come out of this corner, Linda!

  3. What an interesting and fascinating tale – not just the story you’ve created around Jeremy, but also how Jeremy haunts you. You can’t escape him, yet he wants nothing but to escape the people that surround him.

    What is it about him that draws you in, Priya? Seems whatever you find appealing about him is exactly what he needs. (if that makes any sense.)

    I found irony in your sentence: “But even more remarkable was his persistent, insistent need to keep away.”

    Seems that sentiment is true for this story … yet I do believe it wants to be told.

    1. Ah, Lenore. You state wise observations, and ask deep questions. Questions I’ve been dreading asking myself. Largely because I am aware I don’t really know “what it is about him that draws” me. Is it his impractical obsession? Am I sympathetic of his pitifully disappointed life? I can’t relate to him, that’s for sure. Perhaps that’s what’s keeping me from completing the story? I shall ponder this comment of yours for long.

  4. I really have no suggestion or advice to give here, but I had to tell you that you have probably the most amazing handwriting I have ever seen! It’s so neat!

    Wish you luck with Jeremy. He’s one heck of a fellow! I’d love to read more about him.

    1. One heck of a fellow he is. Only, he’s way too shy for my comfort! Thank you for thinking my handwriting is neat. I’ll remember this for a long time. (My grade 1 teacher repeatedly wrote “Untidy work” in my report card, and the belief has stuck with me that I am probably as untidy as they come!)

  5. What a story teller you are Priya…I find myself lacking in that area and always a bit in awe of those who do weave stories…:)

    Jeremy is an intriguing man…not quite as one dimensional as he often seems…but what are his other dimensions? I for one am eager to find out more…he does however make me a bit angry at this totally uninvolved state of being…I also feel sad for and dissapointed in Kathy…why does she expect so little of life? Lots of questions…hoping to find answers when you continue the story…

    Looking forward to more…soon…

    1. Where indeed are his other dimensions? Nothing seems forthcoming. But we’ll nail him yet, Shama! Thank you for the interest. I wish I could say watch this space. I can’t, because I don’t know for sure whether I’ll find that crucial thread to complete the story just yet. But these responses here are definitely making me feel I can!

  6. Hi Priya…I’m confused a bit. Is this a short story or a beginning to a novel? For so long I have struggled with endings myself, so I don’t know if I can be of much help. One thing I’ve noticed that helps though is to sink deep into the character and once in those emotions notice the choices that emerge from their perspective. I guess that’s the same thing Charles told you. Also, it’s easier too, for me, if I just go deep with one character at a time, and make smaller stories. Once one character feels engaged with himself, the others can come alive too. I guess the problem is you are writing about an apathetic character. It seems there is no hope for him….he’s got to care about something, that’s the key to unlocking him. It might be easier to write about the wife as she seems to care more, and her inability to get him to care could provide something of a direction. She is capable of movement, she’s already suffering disillusionment. She is searching and will be disappointed. The story needs a verb, searching,suffering, wanting…the wife seems to have these. Jeremy’s interest in the oyster isn’t so much a verb, not yet, to me anyway.

    1. “Jeremy’s interest in the oyster isn’t so much a verb…” Hmm. It certainly is an escape for him from a world he has no respect for. In the story so far, I’ve attempted to show the opulent and therefore perhaps cold life he’s had at his parents’ has made him this way. That he wishes to escape it, but doesn’t really believe there is an escape. The oyster helps him get away for a while. And, I feel, the oyster isn’t his ‘salvation’ just for its sake, it represents that almost-beautiful time close to the sea that he first spent when he was ten.

      I quite like your idea of exploring Kathy a little more. That’ll probably unlock a little of Jeremy. Who knows? Also, the idea of shorter stories with both the characters might help me, too! But that would turn this into a novel. It currently is intended to be short story.

      I’ve been thinking about your observations, Patrice. I daresay they’ve helped me get closer! Thank you.

      1. I guess his interest in the oyster, while hopeful and exciting to the onlooker/reader, didn’t seem forceful enough to propel him to something new. I got the feeling he would allow himself to remain at a distance from even this most blessed and unequivocal oyster. What does it take to break free from of a lifetime of snugness? I’ve often wondered.

        1. Exactly, Patrice! The interest in oyster is so overwhelming, it makes him inert — literally. I am going to have to get him out of that snugness, somehow. Thank you for making me think the way you have.

  7. Sweetie, I find, being of a similar birth sign 😉 – I just keep on writing. I have piles of journals everywhere. I wait. Until impulse carries me to pick one up, reread what I wrote even years ago, and often find words at that time to finish them.
    I love that title. I love Jeremy Irons as an actor! Perfect.
    Blessings to you.

    1. If I am not able to finish this story, I hope, just hope, that Jeremy Y will let me finish the others! 🙂 He’s a nasty fellow, is Jeremy.

  8. Gosh Priya I’m very impressed that you write your stories in longhand. (I’m glad you included pictures of your notebooks.)
    the second time in my life that I’ve eaten oysters was last Thursday night – we went out to dinner with one of my English nephew’s.
    thirdly: my son’s name

    I was want more. I was interested to hear you – the writer – call Jeremy “creepy” and “nasty”. Perhaps that’s why you don’t want to carry on..?

    We don’t know anything about the wife. Have you thought of re-writing the story with Kathy as the main character who marries this creepy nasty guy who only comes alive for the few minutes it takes for him to eat a plate of oysters… and see where that takes you – scary or nice – you’re in charge

    The oysters are one of the characters. What’s that beautiful quote about the oyster?….
    “It is a whole world in a shell.”

    1. I don’t write all the stories in longhand, Rosie. The ones I’ve written for the blog are all computer-born. But there’s a special something about picking up a pen and looking at your thoughts flowing out of ink like that.

      I’ve tasted oysters once. They were raw. And some were cooked. I am not a fan.

      I thought of you while posting this post. Thought of the name Jeremy being so close to you. But Mr. Y is someone we probably wouldn’t ever come across, so it’s quite all right to give him a good name, just to give him some form of acceptability! No?

      Speaking of which, I’ve referred to him as nasty and creepy here because 1. he’s being nasty and hiding himself. 2. His unreal interest in oysters and relatively nil interest in everything else is bordering on creepy, wouldn’t you say? You might be right, my intrinsic dislike for his choices might be stopping me from completing the story. But it (the story) ran off on its own accord, you see. I began it as an attempt to generate and feel some sort of sympathy, pity for him. But it got out of hands. I still want to show the sadness of his life — of how he feels completely disconnected from the world. Perhaps because his parents had priorities very different to his. Let me see.

      I’m also a little partial towards him, so making Kathy the main character will be like putting him in the back-burner again. But yes, I probably must give her more spine. Something more that makes her husband act.

      Thank you for the interest and the time, Rosie. I know how trying busy days can be!

  9. I believe that Jeremy is hiding a very deep secret that causes him to be so monotone. He’s trying to hide in invisibility, but surely the secret will come out. He’s not believable as he is – he’s up to something. He’s something far more than an apathetic oyster lover.

    There’s a man in there…somewhere – like a pearl in the oyster.

    1. Your first paragraph sent me on an imaginary ride to dark, black realms borne out of the greys of normalcy. But then you subsequently named him a pearl. That’s all good. Shining and likeable. And gentle and mild. He does seem like all of that, doesn’t he? Underneath all of that apathy. I must help him!

  10. Over the past year I’ve occasionally wondered about Jeremy, and what became of him. Has he been sitting at The Drunken Crab all these months, swallowing oysters and staring at the wall?

    While reading the story today, I was struck by the theme of shells within shells — even the name, The Drunken Crab, suggests a safe place to hide. And yet, it was Jeremy’s first encounter with the sea that caused his only genuine contact with the outside world. Did he somehow relate to the oysters? You describe him perfectly with this: “He was inert; he could be the rug underneath his mother’s Chippendale which no one would notice.”

    You’ve created a character who is supremely withdrawn, content in his own unhappiness and uninterested in changing course. What doesn’t fit, for me, is the marriage to Kathy. It seems that both sets of parents had a lot to do with getting this couple together. What did her mother and father see in Jeremy that would have caused them to approve of him as a potential son-in-law? Was he able to put on a show in order to fool them? I think that scene has to be shown in the story. What lured him out of his shell, and what caused him to retreat once more? And is the opportunity gone for good?

    It’s a tribute to your writing, Priya, that you can arouse so much interest in a story that isn’t yet complete. Your ability to create compelling characters is clear to everyone who reads your work. But each of those characters lives in a shell — you need to release them, let them interact, and see what happens.

    As you know, I’ve written very little fiction, so my opinions should be weighed accordingly. But for what it’s worth, I think you have the core of an excellent short story here.

  11. I have a mulish soft corner for the suggestive, Charles. I tried to drop hints here and there in the story about how Jeremy and Kathy were both thrown into the marriage by their respective parents for the sake of money. I’ve heard that happens. Where parents aren’t really all that interested in whether there’d be a wedded bliss for their child. Where they presume their child will be equally driven by the their love for wealth and power. But I suppose a real scene to stage this thought wouldn’t be amiss. It’d clarify their situation better. Also, I feel he didn’t really come out of the shell for the marriage. He just went along with it just because that’s what he does. Let me see how I can lure him out of this strange shell he’s trapped himself in.

    “But each of those characters lives in a shell — you need to release them, let them interact, and see what happens.” Hmm. I am going to do that the moment I understand how to do it!

    You might have written very little fiction, Charles. But it is enough for me and the others to know just how good you are. Those narrations from your life, Zabaglione, the innumerable instances of times you’ve imagined probabilities all are ample evidences of not just what you’ve achieved, but also your potential. So, whatever you say here, or anywhere else is worth a lot.

  12. What chakra is this Jeremy about – the base or the heart? From my short courses on writing… Stories must have a protagonist with a strong conflict(problem) that he/she goes on to resolve. What is the conflict here? The whole plot should be build around the conflict/problem with the necessary characters. The characters in themselves don’t make a story, do they?
    Think of any good story – Harry Potter is good enough. Loads of conflict – brought to resolution – the character grows/glows or dies. The story was not about Voldemort, but about Harry. Good luck. I can’t wait to hear how you twist and turn this Jeremy around. much love.

    1. The characters in themselves don’t make a story, no. And that’s the problem here, I suppose. Jeremy needs to be jolted out of his inertia! I hope I am able to create a Voldemort for him. 🙂

      Thank you, Aparna. I needed to hear this.

      1. I must say it’s a pleasure visiting your space.

        Loved the story, it really does hook you in. I hope Jeremy finds his path in your words soon enough 😉

        PS. You have a wonderful set of readers too, a lot of responses impressed me. As is the blog post, so are the comments I guess 😉

        1. Thank you for visiting and taking time to read the entire length, SB. I know how much of a drag it can be! Especially if it is really, really vague (and unfinished to top that).

          I have been lucky in finding readers such as yourself — who spare time for my words, and then let me know they did, too! And in such beautiful words.

          Keep coming, if you feel like, and keep making me happy!

  13. Wow.. this was beautiful !
    Whenever you decide to start writing about him again, I would be there to read. I started to read this when I finally got over looking at your doodles & scribbles. As I mentioned before, they are a beautiful & personal glimpse into you, for me. I loved your doodles. The use of red & blue. It’s not a ball-point pen, is it? I also admire your patience for the process of writing on paper. Thank you for this lovely little glimpse, into Jeremy Y & U 🙂

      1. I like it that you like my doodles. I like them a lot, too. The strange thing is that the pages are more filled with these than words… I think the starting of the story Jeremy is with ball-points. The doodles and the rest of the text are with uniball ink pens.

        Jeremy should feel ashamed for taking his own sweet time in opening up. I must go and chide him for the hundredth time!

  14. First of all let me say you, you are a wonderful story teller. I am sure you know what I am going to say, but let me tell you- “Your biggest strength in writing is that, you can create some really interesting characters with your words. And you can take your readers to the world of those characters very easily”. I think it is the most difficult job of writing, and you are really good at that. I am sure Jeremy will grow with time; for now let him enjoy with that mug of beer and the breeze. 🙂
    I read this one, many times. There are so many new words for me in this post and I was not sure of their meanings. So I took my time, to comment on this one. After all I thought, My comment would look better if it would be at the bottom of this brilliant post. I do not think I have that much knowledge or talent to comment valuable something on such a nicely written post. Good luck to you, may you complete this one very soon.

      1. I could let him enjoy that mug of beer and the breeze, but the problem is that he’s also poking me with a really sharp poker at the same time! 😉

        Thank you for your wishes, Arindam. I hope they come true!

        Your talent is in making a person feel like wow. It is an important skill to have, treasure it!

  15. I think, this story is not incomplete. It is complete, both the characters are in a different world. But one thing which strikes me is both( Jeremy and Kathy) are without expectation. OYSTER might brought a new twist in Jeremy life and I am sure Jeremy is going to bring a new twist in his wife’s life. Jeremy visit to sea-shore ended up in meeting OYSTER. In the same way Kathy marriage with Jeremy will end up in bringing new dimension in her life.

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