Pritam's Blog
When It Comes To Love, The Craziest Women Are The Best
I have known some crazy women,
But Ruksar was the craziest.
And the craziest women
Are always the best
When it comes to love…
And hatred,
And she talked a lot about the men she hated.
Men, when they go crazy,
Drink and kill whom they love,
And to kill the one you love
Is better than hating them.
So
Ruksar was the craziest woman
And
I was a hypocrite- worse than those crazy men
Who get drunk,
And kill the one they love.
Yes, I was once a writer,
And she would tell me
About those men she hated,
And ask me to write about them.
And I would yell at her.
“Get out of here…”
And she would leave
And I would write about women,
The ones you live and stay with
Without having the least bit of idea why…
And late at night,
When I would go down to dump
My empty beer bottles,
She would still be sitting there on the stairs…
And I would ignore her,
Go down and dump the beer bottles,
Drag myself,
Slam the door,
And throw my beer-maddened body on the bed,
And pass off…
And those nights she spent outside
In the freezing cold air,
Made her sick.
And I didn’t have the money to take her to the doctor,
I would just sit beside her
And try to read her stories
About the men she hated:
The stories I wrote while she was sleeping.
And she would say,
“I don’t want to talk about them anymore,
I want to talk about you…”
And it scared me,
But she continued anyway,
And it was then I realized
That the craziest women are the best
When it comes to love…
And then after a week, she died.
And I never wrote stories
About women you live and stay with
Without having the least bit of idea why…
Instead
I wrote about women
You live and stay with
And you know why…
And I wrote them
While the crazy women I met after Ruksar died
Slept peacefully on my stinking bed,
After they had shared their stories with me,
About men they loved…
After I had listened to everything they had to say…
And they thought I loved them…