Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The feeling of warmth..

My attempt at 100 word fiction:

The unsaid..

She watched him from the corner of her eyes as he sat down across her and smiled, she sighed as she met his eyes, still the warm brown that made her speechless. They sat in silence as she fidgeted with her blue cotton sari, “You look beautiful in blue”, she blushed as the waiter brought their warm tea. The silence was heavy and she got up to go, he never stopped her, she turned back with moist eyes, “I love you, I wanted to say it, even if it is 20 years late.” He held her hand, “I always knew.”

The Broken heart..
She sat at the window as the traffic went by, she played with her hair as she cried silently. She had poured her heart out and he had said a simple “no”, there was no why. She ran to the mirror and stared at her disheveled self in self doubt, she wasn't good enough for him she thought wryly. The shrill doorbell, annoyed her as she ran across the empty hall, surprised she took the yellow flowers, “You are my princess, and my first love. You are the most wonderful person I know, don’t loose hope- with love your Dad”

Happy Birthday!
She had been waiting at the bench for past one hour, the dusk had started colouring the warm hues of darkness. She looked anxiously at her watch, “He was never late”, she wondered and today was a special day, “has he forgotten it?” she thought nervously. The doubts of hopelessness engulfed her and she watched the children play. She saw him came running“ I am sorry” he apologized as he gave her the wild flowers. He took her hand in his small ones, “Dadi, Happy Birthday! I got late in school, now please smile” and she hugged him with relief.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

In the land of peace...

The stillness was inside me as I looked around
the river flowed beside me, as I watched it go
the warm orange dusk had started its show..
mystical, magical and serene..

The landscape changed colours..ready for the show
the long winding road paused as it watched with me
the deep mountains smiled as they wore their cape
to narrate a story..deep within me..

The warm yellow flowers coloured the damp greens
and the act had started..I looked spellbound
the blue of the rivers and the deep browns of the
rugged patterned mountains..they whispered to me..

The white of the soft snow..the blue raindrops
and the turquoise of the calm passionate lake
the laughter of the heavy long winds
and the floating clouds..they touched me..

I stood admist the nothingness..
and experienced with open arms the vastness
and the story silently filled the emptiness
which was there within completed me..

As the warm salty tears flew with the wind
and fell with the raindrops in the flowing river
and I touched the cold prayer bells..
I felt peace with being just me..