Friday, September 10, 2010

An Interview - Part I


(Knock knock!)
“Yes, how may I help you?” a short heighted lady, probably in her mid forties, inquired politely through the narrow slit in the wooden door.
“Good Morning, I am here to see Mr. Clive, I am Rachel from ‘The Reader’.”
“Do come in, It is a cold morning.” She said as she opened the door to let Rachel in.
“Thank You, you must be Mrs. Clive, if I am not wrong. Pleasure to meet you Ma’m”
Mrs. Clive smiled warm heartedly.
“I’ll let him know that you have come, please take a seat.” She went upstairs leaving Rachel alone to look at the room.

It looked like a spacious manor from the outside. Probably a one and a half storey house, it bore an ordinary look from the outside. Interior was contrary to expectations. The door led into a hallway. It was warm inside. In the center were sofas arranged in a circular pattern. All seemed to have chestnut framework with weaved cane and jute. Cushions and pillows with circular and square shapes were neatly placed in a circle-diagonal-circle pattern.  A small fireplace was placed to the east with two thick deep brown coloured cozy sofas facing it from the opposite ends. The cover of one of the sofas was ruffled and a small bundle of stapled pages lying on the peg table alongside. The lady must have been sitting by the fireplace. A big portrait of Mr. and Mrs. Clive and their daughter adorned its mantel. Colours near its bottom had started to fade a little from the heat. Netted curtains of yellow hues intricately embroidered with wool, beads and small shells tied neatly from the waists to the hooks nearby allowed filtered ambience into the hall through the full sized polished windows. Walls were painted in matte off white.  To the west was a short flight of staircases leading to the upper rooms. Doors were polished lustrous deep brown just like the windows with scales of jute to artificially recreate the threads of a raw tree. They looked like blocks of wood that had just been carved and put in place. A wide alley concealed by heavy dark curtains divided the lower block wall lining. On its one side were shelves neatly stacked with varieties of alcohol, all locked inside sliding glass, Wine, Champagne, Sherry, Amontillado, Bordeaux, Cava, Martini, Chardonnay, Marsala, Rioja, surprisingly, all varieties of wine, no whiskey or beer. It seemed like someone here was an oenophile.
Mrs. Clive returned with the same warm smile on her face. “This way please!” she said escorting Rachel to Mr. Clive.
“You have exquisite tastes.” Rachel complimented her. Being a reporter and the best interviewer in ‘The Reader’, noticing minute details in an instant was second nature to Rachel. That is why she had been sent here. People often remarked that when she put on her Spectacles, meant she was ready to dissect and operate the subject and that the victim would soon be oozing out its secrets.
“Oh I don’t know much of it, its Richard who handles it. He has an eye for detail and beauty.” She answered gracefully.
Looking at Mrs. Clive, Rachel answered without hesitation coyly, “Of Course, it shows, he sure has seen the gardens and picked only the best.” Mrs. Clive blushed and smiled as they moved on.
Richard Clive had been a late bloomer, but what an explosion he had made with his first creation, as if it was his only shot to survival, which eventually made him a sensation. He’d been an auditor for most part of his previous life, working in a modest auditing company. Dealing with technicalities had been his daily routine, accounts, people, little scams and basic arithmetic; this was what he dealt with from 9 in the morning through 5 evening. Probably this was where his want for detail had stemmed from. He travelled to different places auditing, until one day when he decided to call it quits. His daughter was well settled and he had saved enough for himself and his wife to start a bookstore nearby and live a modest life. He loved literature, and his job had made him neglect his hobby of reading. But when he quitted, he found an opportunity to start anew. In the bookstore, he started writing casually, but on his wife’s urging, he completed the story and published it. Today, the same bookstore has emerged as the biggest in town, and people often come hoping to get a free autograph on the front of the book they buy.
As they climbed the staircase, Rachel notices that the frame too looks wooden, but is much too colder to be wooden, iron probably. She looks up to the ceiling and notices the meandering leaves made of plaster of Paris in dull gray on the edges and the huge chandelier hanging majestically the center of the ceiling. Rachel was getting a little impatient with the speed they were advancing.
“Richard does all his writing in the attic. He says he gets a better perspective from up there. His mood can be unpredictable sometimes. Some things of his stories reflect in him.” Mrs. Clive said, sensing her impatience.
“Oh!” replied Rachel, as if she knew what Mrs. Clive was talking about.
On the attic staircase, Mrs. Clive took her leave. Rachel climbed the staircase and turned the knob to the door. It was cold.
She was taken aback by what she saw…

(To be continued…)
P.S.  This ain’t any horror story. It is just another simple story which is too long to be accommodated into a single post. Do bear with me, please!
P.P.S It is the first time that I am giving names to characters. So if you can relate the characters to some movie or serial or a person, go on, maybe I was having a déjà vu.



16 comments:

Jaspreet said...

Hahaha...first things first-you've done a really smart thing by adding the P.P.S. part!
Coming to your post, I am very impressed by the way you've described the interiors-the minutest of details have been conveyed by apt choice of words( I can never do that!).It felt like I too was there. A job very well done.Kudos!
Really looking forward to read the next part-do post it soon! :)

Raj said...

classy description of the interiors. good dreaming ;P

AS said...

nice :)

the pic is really beautiful and yes! i am waiting for the next part :)

mk said...

interesting story...and the detail you have put is great!!...
surely want to read the second part!!

Brian Miller said...

that was really nice writing...i like the detail you put into it and your transitions are smooth...nice.

Madhu said...

Not all write gripping stories..and not all have the capability to hold on my interest!

U've nailed this man..

thanks for ur comment on my page..:0 Nice reading it!

Jane Doe said...

Great description! A wonderful start, I can't wait for more.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Jaspreet, Raj, A S, mk
Thank You

@Brian
Thank you.

@Madhu
:)

@Jane
Thank You!

Palak Vasant said...

Hey that was intricately written, you must have done a lot of observation and research to put this down. It is being reflected, it does make a reader visualize the space, I wonder how clear your mind would be when you wrote this piece. Really a good Job.

Tanvi said...

Once again! Well that PPS was hilarious you know?!

And besides the story was very good, i couldn't stop plus the characters have a lively presence.. And one day when you read it yourself, you'll also be able to relate it to real life. (But I have no idea about movies and all haa :P)

Great post! Waiting for the next :)

Mehak said...

me wants the second part!!
interesting read... and of course, great description :)

Ria said...

This post has got lot of details...very well written. Shall wait for the next part.

Nostalgic said...

I second Ria. You have elaborated it amazingly!
..waiting for the next part.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Palak
Thank you, I wish I could see such a house, bu as Raj said, I cooked it up.

@Tanvi
Thank You! I will try to write a better sequel, no guarantees though.

@Mehak
Thank You

@Ria
Thank You

@Nostalgic
:)

Kiran Hegde said...

Left curious.. :)

Thommy said...

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