The Paper Wall

The wooden board clamped to the wall was filled with colorful strips of paper. Beside it were more paper which were all stuck to the wall. The whole view looked beautiful.

The strips of paper were of varying sizes, shapes, and colours. From squares, to slender and fat rectangles, to circulars to even a penta-star. Some were shaped in itself like notebooks while others had tiny little graphs pointing from one to the other in a complex manner which seemed like an interconnected transportation system.

The wall's creamish colour gave off the contrasting colours very well. While the wooden board did the same effect for the strips of paper. Looking into the small strips the viewer observed squiggly lines forming up letters which in turn formed into words having a meaning to the person it was of and they helped her to be focused on the current situation.

The eyes turning their observation to the table on which the viewer was seated beside and writing this observation which was near the wall had lots of small and large stuff. For example, a bag, small cans, tissues, laptops, and even a "mouse". All of which were set on the table and being handled presently by the person this setup of was.

This setup with the paper wall was a delight to watch in terms of the wall art and the story it told and the person managing it the story maker.

© Aditya Subramanian, 2015

The Skeletal Kingdom

I was sleeping in my bed and rolling around on it. While, I was having a dream where I saw a skeletal kingdom underneath my bed. I saw their massive skeletal structures and bony creatures roaming through their rectangular paths which got crooked feels due to the crookedness of the bones they were made of.

When I woke up, still half in sleep, I curious about my dream tried to look underneath the bed. What I saw scared me and made me cry of fright. My first observance was of red blooded cotton rounds dropping from the spiked teeth of one of the creatures as it was trying to eat some fluffy animal.

I shifted my gaze towards another creature which seemed silent in looks at first but then suddenly bluish lights started shining from inside its skeletal heart with the glow in its eyes becoming from a light to a dark blue glare. Unable to keep focus due to those visual sights, my gaze turned towards a skeletal tower which had lights glowing similar to the other creatures. It felt like it was trying to signal some ship lost in the sea beyond. But then suddenly a giant lizard, as skeletal as the other inhabitants, which was looming behind that tower, licked its poisonous tongue against the enormous tower and melting it to nothingness.

Whatever flesh it had inside of it was starkly visible to me and this was good enough to scare me more than I could handle. I immediately got up, eyes wide awake, and switched on my bedroom lights and looked underneath the bed to confirm as to what I had seen.

What made me surprised were the glow in the dark toys I had from long ago which had been pushed under there and got lost and forgotten.

I realized that the dream was successful in its effort to remind me of those toys by using fear as a stimulant to give back the memories of those glow in the dark skeletal toys of mine..

© Aditya Subramanian, 2015

The Heart-Breaker Kid

There was once a kid who liked to have all the experiences in the world. It was ignorant of the fact of how it affected other's feelings. It always enjoyed its time and made everyone happy but it also had an annoying habit of chatting with someone continuously. At any place and at any time it could open its mouth like some kind of a recommend-er system. It 'recommended' stuff before it knew it what is going to be talked, asked, or told about. It had quite a few friends who would ideally recommend what is to be done in a situation. It understood and still neglected it.

One day it met a sweet kid with whom it felt wanting to keep chatting, even if it meant to annoy the other kid to the extreme that the friends of that kid came to shelter it. There was also a unique relationship between that kid and one of its friends and it was one made with the heart and not the mind, or whatever the saying was.

The annoying kid got a clean and simple message that if it went ahead with its annoyance then it will be breaking many hearts including its own. It became scared and ran away from the new sweet kid who was still willing to be a good friend, which is what is needed in life, but how was it supposed to understand the way the world goes and how it needs to come out of its blind annoying world.

It, rather, chose to stay with its friends, shielded by the blinds rather than, say, yes to being a good new friend. How could it be a good friend after being an annoying pest or more of a stalker to that sweet kid?

It did not want to break someone's heart for the purpose of the experience. Although it was maybe a heart-breaker kid never to get the correct connection in a heart-full way with someone.

The experience that matters is the experience that matters or, was it, what matters is the experience of what matters? This is what it felt now. It was quite heartless in feelings it guessed. Rather be a fixer than a breaker? But how could it undo what it did?

The thoughts formed forever in that memory leaking brain of its. And so the heart-breaker kid sat pondering.....

© Aditya Subramanian, 2015

The Musical Flow

A huge rock formation stood beside a pool of water. Tall trees guarded it like warriors. The sunlight scattered through the leaves and the water reflected it with brilliance. On the other side of the rock was a vast water body. A stream of water flowed from it through the rocks and fell down into the pond from different areas. Some from inside the holes between the rocks and other from above.

Many birds of varying sizes and colours were perched on branches of the trees in that area. Their chirping sounds were echoing in the calm forest. Every bird's chirping was different and there were monkeys too which rested on the tree tops. A man who was trekking in that forest came upon that area and sat down to rest under a tree.

The eyes were closed but the ears stayed open and what it listened to after a while was imaginative.

At first, the ears caught hold of the sound of the falling down of the different strings of water. Each of the different sources from which the water fell made sounds that differed, be it slightly, from the other in make as well as the timing. It was quite unusual at first but the un-usuality gradually decreased as the chirping of the birds filled some of the gaps, which also varied in tones and timing.

Next to fall in place was the soft sound from the movement of the trees due to the breeze in the air. Lastly the clamour from the monkeys at random times also made it amusing.

It went on for a while as the ears kept itself alert to every sound made, high and low and fast and slow. It was the best music which had ever been recorded by these ears.

The downstream of the music was beautiful.....

This is the write up on music for Write Tribe - Festival of Words 2

© Aditya Subramanian, 2015

The Food Lifters

The huge hill of sand covered with sticks and needles was located in a big sandy area. There were lots of groups moving in and out of the network of tunnels made in that sand. One of the groups went northwards in search of food, while the other groups in the other directions. To them the directions were all on the basis of food search and pattern recognition which complemented each other. Their patterns usually got destroyed by the death, injury, or vanishing of fellow workers or friends from the area. Then it was up to the ones lost to make new patterns to reach the food and guide the way for the rest of the group.

One of the group was trailing through a perilous road while in search of food. The group consisted of a hundred of them. All forming a line and following the one ahead. There were lots of ponds and sticky areas which they crossed either by going right through in a much slower pace or by going around them the long way. They had been traveling for hours and had reach a spot which was full of long greenish areas which usually made them lose their way as there were a lot of confusing paths which led the groups in circles. The leader took the team with speed and dexterity. They were trained for such tasks and had a good amount of experience.

They finally reached a sandy clearing which had a large cloth laid on it and there were lots of big food items kept. They had been waiting for this moment for a long time and at last food had arrived in plentiful. The leader first sent in a few fast members of the group to scurry through and scan the area for the types of food and the weak points of the area. This was done so fast that the food owners had become oblivious of the fact that this group of beings existed in the world.

The ten made it back successfully and gave a detailed statistical report on the food. The leader ordered each of the ten to take five more with them and go in for the food from the six major weak points of the region. The collectors went in and started doing their job and slowly the intake of food started. The rest forty of them hid in the green coverings in and around the six weak attack areas to take the food and scurry home.

One by one the food came in and one by one each took the heavy load on the back of its body and went and collected the victories of the steal in a nearby place. After sometime the food owners got notice of the stealing of the food and thrashed and destroyed most of the sixty who were doing the tedious job and only ten to fifteen were left out. The leader sensing danger called them back with whatever could be grabbed and they took all the prized steals and scurried home.

On reaching home, with quite a few more trampled to death, the group leader reported the food lifted and the deaths to the team. Lots of food but with lots of their valiant lifters gone was a success with a loss. They ate their food with contentment of their win and waited for their next perilous journey.

This is the write up on food for Write Tribe - Festival of Words 2

© Aditya Subramanian, 2015