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A glowing sphere suspended with no support. At least not any currently visible. The thrumming glow felt out of place in this vastness of silence. It wasn't just dark but one of the pitch black kind. The single throb of constant glow wasn't enough for this darkness to satiate. The light particles from the sphere could be seen flickering their probable last as they came out of their protective shell to be consumed by the nothingness. A very specific few though could be seen shooting out suddenly following unknown paths. They sped so quickly with each beat of the rhythmic throb that only one could be concentrated upon at a time.</div>
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Following the complex path of one for what seemed like eternity though happening in a flash, through the complete darkness. A faint throb is heard, which intensifies as if, getting closer. Till the running glow gets consumed by a new sphere of light. Sparks signifying the consumption just like the separation. It throbbed for a bit, as if pondering? Then out it spewed more than a few in different directions. Were they thrown out in randomness? There was one which seemed to have taken the old path back.</div>
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Now, following another of the tiny ones, a twisting winding path was followed. Another throb could be heard getting nearer as this tiny light sped through the unknown. Within the nearest reaches of another illuminated sphere, the tiny one gave out, and fizzled to nothingness. The ever-looming darkness had its prey. This newer illumination, not knowing about the fate of the tiny one, throbbed for a bit and sent out newer tiny beings which too sped into the darkness unbeknownst of their fate.</div>
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Yet another tiny existence which was reaching up to a newer sphere on its merry path got suddenly pulled over by a bigger sphere. A packet of light meant not for the brute of a sphere was now consumed by it to process. Sparks flying around as it consumed and spewed out the tiny beings. This time though, the tiny lights seemed kind of different. They seemed to be packed with some.. lightning? Their journey a treacherous zigzag of hell itself.</div>
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A calmer big burning sphere, came into the picture. A zooming sparkly light flew past the nothingness as it seeped itself into the serene giant. A violent throb pulsating between the two lights went on for a bit before the serene giant was now the frenetic one. Consumed by the sparkly light, it was now one of them. It too processed and sent out newer sparkly lights ahead.</div>
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Zooming out from one sphere until a few were visible distantly, it was imminent that all of the ones nearby were slowly converting into the frenetic kind giving up on their serenity entirely. This electric display was a marvel of this universe. It was gradually yet exponentially increasing in number. Even in the vast unknown darkness now, the spheres could be seen sparking endlessly, their threads of fate too emitting a thundering glow. This interconnected network of spheres sending and receiving electrical signals to convey and to process were now in sync. All conveying one single thing in this dark abyss.</div>
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Zooming out further and further, the magnificence and the grandiosity of this network was stunning. Though, the more further flying away from it, the edge of the darkness seemed to have been hit. Pulling right out of it, through the blackness of thick strands, the view was of a bright scenery. </div>
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-35580975835317250152020-05-10T12:29:00.000+05:302020-05-13T00:57:38.190+05:30The Bewitching Yellow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The splash into the barrier of water felt heavy like shattering through a glass... causing a large ripple. For a moment, it remembered its size. It was an unusually big fish, having a bloated confidence of reaching further than most, in its species, when flying in the air. Though, now it was in its natural element. The comfort of which was an unknown to some, and craved by few.</div>
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Its speed increased with a jolt as it swam to the minute glow. The darkness that always existed around it not bothering it. It was a part that it gave in to considering living in the heart of it all. It couldn't even be kept hidden as here it was out in the vast open. Just by swimming, it emanated the darkness by giving it motion, to this lumbering unseen vastness.</div>
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Coming out of the short engrossed time, it shifted its gaze back to the depths. Like a magnet pulling something with force, it got pulled, as if being consumed, by the faraway glow. Seemed like it had sped in the sway of its swim. Not aware of its surrounding, it got passed through a deadly intent. That too huge in size in comparison to itself. Unnatural yet in their natural habitat. Time felt still when it happened, as the humongous megalodon's body rushed past. In awe at this creature of the deep, it halted on its tracks. Though, as quickly as the fangs of death had come out of the darkness around, it had vanished again.</div>
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Feeling a sudden tinge of the flow around, it snapped back to its motive. The glow in the deep seemed to have grown brighter and bigger than the dimness it was exuding before. A school of fishes just passed through it. Weird though, considering they shouldn't be roaming around here just as it itself was in this unwelcome darkness. Giving little heed to them, it delved deeper, even speeding through the same school with much fervor which seemed to have startled them.</div>
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Its dive still ongoing, it could feel the nothingness around. Or was it stuck in the never-ending darkness with the amber glow its only guide. With its hope within the depths, it kept going. Was it just consumed by the need to be close to the glow? Why was it trying to reach such a distant thing? Were it death that it longed for? Wait, why such an unnerving thought passed, it couldn't pinpoint. Giving up on the thoughts, it just let it flow and continued onward through this much calm yet black surroundings.</div>
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Further ahead, maybe? Maybe not? Not that there was any indication of its movement deeper except for the light. Though, suddenly it came to its second halt. All around it, there were blue glows, moving around, or jumping around? It felt as if they skipped and hopped in the water. These were the</div>
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What made them fall? Still deep in thought, its gaze reverted to the now clear enough yellow much further. As if a jellyfish had struck it with lightning, its already wide eyeballs opened wider, if they could that is. With a sudden spurt of decision, its fervor came back as it sped through the jolting blues. It wouldn't let others reach the yellow it craved for!!</div>
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The amber became brighter and larger by the second. The destination was near. Its thoughts, now, pulling it further along with its own fall. The journey was nearing its end. A sudden water bubble flew up and burst in front of it, thereby halting it yet again, for the last time. Clearing up and focusing below, it was dumbstruck. This dim faraway yellow was no more dim neither far nor tiny. It was more than humongous or gigantic, its glow blinding the eyes for a long period. Its as if, the yellow had entered its eyes and that was the only thing left to see. Nothing else mattered as it gradually got pulled towards it.</div>
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-81398668906389867452020-05-09T23:17:00.002+05:302020-05-13T00:57:21.213+05:30The Downward Spiral<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The clean white slate of the canvas. This was kept on top of the dark walnut colored wooden table. Zooming out a little, the whole room came into the picture. A pristine dusty room with the smell of saw dust overflowing the mind. Zoning back into the white slate, the perception cleared further and some golden saw dust pores visible in the whiteness. As if the dust was settling in on that clean sheet..... gradually increasing in number.</div>
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The canvas, at this point, was almost half-filled with the tendril like blackness which was expanding slowly from the original speck that once was. Some tendrils lashing out at the nearby golden specks ensnaring the little specks and pulling them to their mysterious end? The possible cries of the ones closer to the epicenter already echoing the silence of the pristine old room.</div>
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Some of the specks tried their best to run away from their apparent death. In the end, their push was weaker than the abyss's pull as they circled to their centered deaths? More and more of them kept revolting but closing in still to the dead zone. The swirl forming from the constant push and pull. The golden streaks of the swirl in the blackness which now had almost encompassed the white sheet. The tendrils of this abyssal creature. It wanted everything to just be encompassed and merged into itself than anything else. The desperation made the tendrils, now, to lash out at the thin air. Coming out of the canvas, it caught more of the golden saw dust hanging in the air to consume for its wrathful appetite. Now, the blackness started to cover the very air around the table. It had already crept up the majority of the table in search for the specks hiding under the shadows. The lashing and snatching behavior of this tentacled abomination was increasing in intensity uncontrollably.</div>
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-70621944820370055092020-05-09T19:50:00.000+05:302020-05-13T00:56:44.815+05:30The Mesmerizing Beauty<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A variety of colors painted the scene. The girl in the picture sitting on a chair comfortably and conversing with the other person sitting beside. Their deep discussion ongoing with no sense of time.</div>
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While discussing it felt to him that time did slow, or it was probably his imagination. His listening stopped short as his observation senses heightened. The words coming from those lips seemed slow enough for him to understand or it was as if the communication channel slowed it down for him. Its as if it let him observe her.</div>
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He shifted his gaze focusing on her lips to maybe look for the words flowing out of her mouth. The lips stopped once in a while to convey the pause in her talking. It felt to him they still spoke, as if the closed mouth was just a blur from the actually open mouth passing along more words in the air. This left him confused. Was his gaze blurring or is it how it looked when trying to focus on someone speaking. His gaze moved upwards and now looking at the soothing slightly chubby cheeks. In his imagination, they seemed soft to touch.. he felt like caressing her cheeks!</div>
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Snapping out, the girl seemed to have moved on to another topic. Why was he not listening!! This was a conversation that they wanted to have.. or had he listened to the previous topic already? He just wasn't sure anymore of the time that had passed. He did not intend to see the clock.. worried if it broke him (or her even, if she felt the same way during this conversation) from this state.</div>
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His eyes moved upwards further and rested on her eyes. Her gaze piercing through his observation. He couldn't not look at those dark beautiful eyes. They rolled, and the eyes of the onlooker followed it. They shone when the topic being talked about made her ecstatic. This made him feel in good spirits. They saddened and this saddened him. It was as if it entranced the onlooker. These eyes seem to communicate just by movement. They were silent yet talkative. They had complete hold on him, he felt.</div>
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Shifting to a walking scenario as the painting morphed to it. His eyes seemed to observe her gait. Why was he observing it? He hadn't the faintest of ideas. This girl was bewitching to him. He thought of the times he.. thought about her. To his pondering walk, came another piercing gaze by the girl. It brought him back to the present. Her silent smile along with those talkative eyes brought tears for him in the inside.</div>
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This girl had truly enraptured him. Though, he may never say it to her. Or would he? Whatever it was.. it was.. painted.. time to move on? Nay, does he want to be stuck in this loop forever?.. To be forever lost in these scenes?... he pondered. While moving around in the painting, losing track of the girl till she vanished away from the scene... and.... being now stuck in his painting.</div>
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-45177052833088244242019-12-10T16:50:00.000+05:302020-06-03T18:24:44.814+05:30The Silenced Cry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The heavy eyelids slowly closed, pondering of a memory of another. It was close to the other (during their childhood) and yet currently distant in the passage of time. A hazy bubble formed in the subconscious. It was broken in many pieces. So, now numerous bubbles than one. These haze filled bubbles were like the parts of another's memories. It was as if looking through the back side of the mirror of another. One such bubble, portrayed their early life? It was quite terrifyingly dark. The haze dissipated slightly revealing a second woman older than another. It was the mother of another and child-like another also there, as she was!! Zooming in on the bubble through the subconscious' eyelids, the visit to her child life had begun.<br />
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It was deep into the time of the silence, also known as night in this world. Varied types of breathing could be heard. Some heavy, while some calm, and some frenetic even. The small girl lay towards one of the corners of the room. Her breathing seemed controlled calm. As if, pretending to be calm. Though in between her breathing, could be heard in faint whisper or was it an internal scream? Whatever the case, the girl's talkative eyes opened up. It was looking straight at the ceiling fan (dreaded by an aura she probably felt). Her state seemed weary. Slowly she went back to the sleep state, if she could actually go back to one?<br />
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Morning light seeped in to the room. The weary girl, felt like discarding the rejuvenated feeling coming from the light. Giving herself a hopeful thought seemed not fair considering how the world worked for her. As the world was not always kind, the sun scorched her being, on top of the right shoulder. Now, a tiny dark patch had formed, she thought, when looking at her right shoulder, or was it her imagination? She got up and silently walked around the house, like one lost without care. Regardless of considering herself lost, her body subconsciously went about her daily chores, though at a meandering pace.<br />
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Meandering along into the kitchen, the mother of the girl was busy with her chores. She was trying to make up the food for her children. Her look stern for she pondered about the ignorant nonchalance of the girl. The girl was truly lost, while pondering this a very small smile came across her face but it reverted back quickly. She needs to know when not be lost!!! If only she had the ability to communicate with her own girl.<br />
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Coming back from school just past midday, the girl ran up inside straight to her room, while being wary of the ceiling fan. Enough talk on mathematics, its art time! She took out her painting board along with her paints and sat down to get lost in the world she desired. Here, she could be right at home instead of the lonely real one they called home. She painted with the colors and they were dark, light, vivid, and pale. This world was mesmerizing and her eyes were lit up completely filled with the reflection. It was but for a short while though. The artwork was taken away while being, secretly admired, and out came a study book to work on. There was no communication except for this to convey, which the girl understood.The girl silently went about her task.<br />
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The girl pushed away at the air in between and this made the eyelids shift and shake out of the current bubble. Coming out from this bubble, the eyelids went into another. This time it seemed like a party was happening outside in the open air. The teenage girl roamed around greeting and be greeted by others. Though, searching for her mother. She found her in the corner of her eye and her mother was busy talking to someone. She drew nearer and nearer to where her mother stood and she started to speak. Though, only to be shushed away into silence by her mother.<br />
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The air though flowing freshly only felt stagnant instead to her. She found a quiet place to sit and scanned the area. Keeping her talkative eyes lit and open to people around. Internally, though she was crying. It was a silent scream to nobody in particular.. though someone did hear? It was an imaginative eyelid. It seemed out of focus and hard to look at but it was there. It seemed to have been there during different parts of her life. Specifically, when she felt lonely like she was now. It was horrifying to look at, just an eyelid!? But to the girl it felt normal.. it seemed like in this putrid air of suffocation it blended just right. It did not say anything, how could it.. it didn't have any speech anyway, thought the girl, but it stayed with her during such periods and that made her awfully comfortable.<br />
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It felt as if the eyelid could see right through her sparkling eyes. into the weeping angel inside. The angel that craved for her mother with fervor but was waiting for the right chance. It was the angel that knew anger which was bubbling up inside the girl slowly but steadily. The girl was crying internally but also was getting accustomed with this new prospect: anger.<br />
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Few days passed, the eyelid hovered about (it had gone away and back a few times and sometimes, stayed even in her dreams? Weird), the girl was feeling lost out of words to convey to her mother. Only silent air breaths came out when she tried to speak. Her mother was sitting relaxing from her tiresome chores-filled day. The girl wanted to sit down and talk but the words spoken instead were not legible but just screams (from the weeping angel) for a few minutes and then she walked away to her room. Filling herself with the already stagnant silence emanating from her room and her house.<br />
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The mother, unsure of what just happened, went back to her relaxation. She did not know how to communicate with this silence and then a sudden outburst. Maybe letting the girl to herself might be the right thing to do? This had always been her choice and till now, it hadn't seem to falter in her perception. She swayed at the air as she thought she swatted a fly, only to see a floating mind-piercing eyelid vanish into nothingness.<br />
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The eyelids attached back to the sockets of the ponderer. Drops of water flowing by it now. The grown up girl whose eyelids it were pondered about as to the why of such things as she came back to her current reality. Many times has her eyelids gone across her own bubbles of journey and come across this silence. It couldn't do much than to be there and be a mute eyelid. Probably horrifying the onlooker, if someone perceived it that is....</div>
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From deep within the darkest underground reaches of the world emerged a speck of dot. It was darker than the place it came from. Though it was strikingly visible enough in the bright open world whereupon it now happened to be. This dot sped to its unknown goal, at an insanely swift pace, with the intent to partake on the food it desired. Along the way, it fed as it needed, and it kept growing almost slowly but steadily. It was now large enough in size as a baby house gecko though still unable to be of a definable state. It started to form contrasts of darkness within itself. The difference is what was giving it a form. Still a spherical one, if it could be defined at all as one, only in shape, it cried in dismay.</div>
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As it passed through this enviable bright world the first time, it craved for a much more of a defined shape. While doing the second round of the world, it hit a wall? Wait a second, why was its motion stopped so abruptly. Especially when its been passing through any and all types of objects this whole time traversing the world. It seemed as if this wall was part of an enclosed space and it could take objects in but not let out (as of yet). This space was emanating a black hue which was surrounding the walls from the outside. It seemed like something which was known as a room in this world. It was made of walls in all six sides with few square openings of entry and the room's essence emanating itself from the other openings. The sentient speck understood that it had no way of exiting this space.</div>
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It restarted up, feeling cozier than it should. There seemed to be something within this constrained space that was feeding it the nourishment. It viewed around on its level above the "ceiling fan" as it now called its home. The energy seemed to be coming from below. Looking down it could perceive the small girl in rest mode. Though, not completely seemed at rest as the energy emanating and getting eaten away by it was causing the girl (being) to be restless.</div>
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More than an hour had already passed and now another couple more did, the small girl woke up suddenly, sweating profusely or so she thought. She was crying without her knowledge as she tried to recollect the nightmare that she had had within her sleep. She didn't understand, confused thoroughly as to why the thin and unusually long legs were what she remembered from the nightmare. She fidgeted around and tried to sleep... her gaze towards the ceiling and the fan's glades rotating about. Slowly dozing off, though still quite restless.</div>
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It brimmed with excitement, the onlooker of the event that transpired, at the sleeping girl. This fodder was excellent. It tasted the best. There was nothing close to this even in all the time frames that its been existing. It had now literally outgrown a smile on its slightly more spherical shape now.... the contrasts of darkness which gave the difference now updated to show its sinister smile more refined. This may be the best and quickest four years of its escape from this cage.</div>
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Almost a year has come to pass, and the sleepless nights continued day after day. The ceiling fan for some unknown reason freaked her out whenever she crossed by it. It felt like the darkness above the fan's glades were much more darker than it usually should be. The shadows seemed to form unusual shapes as well which she was unable to understand.</div>
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Aha! This year has been the best! A year has come to pass and its feeding frenzy has given it ample to form two horns above the spherical shape and an oval shape towards where its lower part of the body it perceived would be. It should try and thank its fodder when its a good time to, maybe next year? For now, it continued to eat to its fill from the sleepy mind of the small girl. The more her restlessness in her sleep, the better its meal.</div>
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Another scary nightmare, made the child scream and wake up, she had seen a sinister smile forming in the darkness and a slightly long leg like an adults this time around. Hanging from the ceiling fan in her nightmare. She kept her silence as to what was bothering her and still sobbing tried going back to sleep.</div>
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Its body shifted and moved in joy above the ceiling fan, as it thought to itself. Only the fodder can perceive the consumer...... It's been another year and this time, its grown skinny small arms and the child like short legs. It couldn't keep it comfortably over the glade so it rested out its feet to let it dangle from the dangling fan.</div>
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The girl, when entering her room, tried to scan and go around the ceiling fan. She was horrified by those long legs in her nightmares and she felt really insecure whenever she saw the ceiling fan after that. Viewing this time, she got startled. There were child like, pitch black colored, legs dangling from her ceiling fan and those legs seemed to sway back and forth in joy! On her asking her parents to view this, was only met with a soothing for something that doesn't exist. Though, those child-like legs exist!!</div>
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Its now, the third year and its a fully grown aberration. Its essence is emanating for almost half of the room's. Just a bit more it thought, for it to be free from this cage. Its dangling legs grown quite longer and the nightmares to visit were much more vivid to the fodders. It tried to reach out with its hand-like shapes at the sleeping girl. It was but to signify a note of thanks for giving it enough fodder.</div>
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During this year, its been having a great time. Been trying to thank this small girl for letting herself being a mind fodder for it of her own accord. Her choices she probably would not remember but it was one within her dreams.. if she used to have one that is before "it" came along.</div>
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The poor little girl's thinking energy felt sapped every night and she kept trying to Hall-wu-see-Nate (is what others called it) about this creature that doesn't exist. She tried her best to stay away from being below the fan when going about her day everyday but once in a while, she always kept shuddering due to the hands' presence on her shoulders.</div>
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Again, it wanted to thank the girl before leaving from this cage tomorrow. Yes, it could leave now, as its essence was more than half of the room's. Its long legs now so long that it almost was above the girl's bed even when dangling from the ceiling fan. It tried to greet with a wave inside the girl's nightmares.</div>
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The girl woke up. She didn't know she had woken up though, as she could still perceive the long legged presence sitting atop the ceiling fan. She was shocked and gradually became silent. She kept her shock inside of her. Not wanting to talk about it ever again. Shuddering yet frozen in time, she went back to sleep with open eyes. Maybe she doesn't discern nightmare from reality anymore. This aberrated apparition had broken her to no repair....?</div>
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Next day, it had broken free from the cage. It traced its place back to the darkness and vanished away to its family. It would be fun to talk about this experience with them. Though it never got to thank the girl for her mind fodder. Well, it can always try to visit her another time maybe... it thought this while it subconsciously sat like it did atop the ceiling fan while swaying its legs and having the sinister smile....</div>
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-21297993936379022062019-04-25T02:14:00.002+05:302020-06-03T18:24:08.938+05:30The Curved Blades<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The bland red hilt covered in dust. The inscriptions from an ancient age, the meanings of which long forgotten, mostly hidden due to the sticky grains having a reddish green tinge.<br />
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The textured feel of the hilt had a smooth but firm grip to it. It could be easily slipped from the hand just like butter? Whatever butter was? On the other side, it had the tenacity to stick to the hand. Twas as if the hilt wanted to be covered by warm hands due to the cold life its metal formation gave it.<br />
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It wasn't as detailed as the hilt but its steel was of a colder form more to the likeness of the blade it separated from the hilt. The ends of the guard had an alien decoration features of which felt like a gaping creature. The eyes of the creature had the same inscription as the pommels. Could it be that the pommel's inscription was a button for the gaping poisonous breaths?<br />
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The blades, emanating the coldest stare from the sword with a very artistic and curvy fuller. The fuller had the most fun of the blood the blade soaked, as it let it flow through it. Though the edges did most of the work, being the sharpened portion of the family. They with the side of the blade enjoyed the cutting and slicing. When they passed through things, it felt like they were cutting butter. What's with the butter again? Whatever butter is?<br />
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The blades were medium sized to an average alien, or maybe person. Warmer their hands better the blade felt as the hilt passed the warmth through. The tip and sides could cut even the strongest metal with a touch. Probably even the air around them, if need be.<br />
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Beside the blade, its sister blade lay, it was a twin but they had their curse. When a single one was used to strike the opponent, the other grew shorter, while the striking blade grew longer. It was a slight change but that happened steadily. If both were struck at the same moment, they stayed at the same length.<br />
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-89884889884032530862015-11-10T13:07:00.002+05:302020-06-03T18:23:53.963+05:30The Paper Wall<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-21902094980329290912015-11-07T11:18:00.002+05:302020-06-03T18:23:43.018+05:30The Skeletal Kingdom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-19381008214923382672015-04-06T12:12:00.004+05:302020-06-03T18:22:00.478+05:30The Heart-Breaker Kid<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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<a href="http://writetribe.com/" target="_blank">This is the write up on music for Write Tribe - Festival of Words 2</a><br />
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-18991521559380626942013-12-10T23:37:00.001+05:302020-06-03T18:21:36.208+05:30The Yellowed Book<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The rooms were full of cobwebs when the person came to the house after a lot of years. The legs walked to one of the rooms and opened the creaking doors leading to the room. Going inside, the hands brushed aside the cobwebs with a confidence of experience. They were no hindrances to get to the wooden cupboard and, once close to it, the person took out the key from the coat pocket and inserted it into the lock which protected the contents of the cupboard. The key turned the mechanism inside the lock and with a click the heavy lock fell down onto the floor.<br />
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The hands opened the cupboard doors and the eyes observed the empty spaces within. The dusty clouds suspended in the air aggravated the condition for the eyes. There was a lot of dust gathered inside which made it difficult to view the contents, if any, kept. A small cuboid-shaped object lay on one of the central compartments of the cupboard. It was covered with a thick layer of dust and, therefore, was not easily visible to the eyes at first.<br />
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The eyes guided one of the hands towards the object. The fingers touched the corners of the cuboid and the senses felt the familiarity of the object. The senses confirmed that it was a book due to the bookish-ness of the object. The fingers gently brushed the layer of dust and the hand took hold of the book. The writing on the front had faded a bit but the words were still understood as they had been imprinted in the memory since the book was first seen, be it the first book that was read or was written by the person.<br />
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The dust was gradually removed and the brown cover was visible. The pages were slowly turned and the first chapter opened. The body sat down with suddenness on a dusty chair nearby, which was still firm and steady, and the eyes gradually scanned through each word of the chapters. It was a story containing everything a reader would want to have. Time passed with ease as the reader got hooked into the story.<br />
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The little streaks of sunlight that came from the windows were now diminishing. The reader finished the small yet fascinating book and sat with it for a bit off of the clock's time. After a while the reader got up and went to the cupboard. After placing the book, the hands took of a few mounds of dust lying on the ground and ceremoniously covered it back.<br />
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Closing the cupboard, and after locking it, the person came out of the house and went back the way the legs came from. The thoughts smiled as if struck by amusement. The book had not yellowed in its effects on this reader with age as much as the reader had.</div>
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<a href="http://writetribe.com/" target="_blank">This is the write up on books for Write Tribe - Festival of Words 2</a><br />
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<b style="line-height: 27px;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">© Aditya Subramanian, 2020</span></b></b></div>
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-89830357845276077992013-12-09T23:30:00.000+05:302020-06-03T18:21:32.335+05:30The Food Lifters<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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<a href="http://writetribe.com/" target="_blank">This is the write up on food for Write Tribe - Festival of Words 2</a><br />
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<b style="line-height: 27px;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">© Aditya Subramanian, 2020</span></b></b></div>
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-66538079422327328242013-12-08T10:48:00.001+05:302020-06-03T18:21:17.187+05:30The Memory of Memories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Out in the cool breeze walked a man. The footpath he walked on was slippery because of the iciness in the atmosphere. The temperature would rise in a while with the coming of dawn. He had a thin coat which was teared at some places which was the only object to protect him from the coldness. The silence of the place soothed his saddened mind which was pondering about the memories past. The thoughts were of how he came to rags from riches. He had a great past having more than an ordinary life, if he only knew what it meant back then.</div>
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He enjoyed his time and formed many friends and enemies all due to having strong opinions. How could opinions be of matter to someone he now thought? It were formed due to his experiences and not others.... It was a question to self which he knew could be found by searching his memories.</div>
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His legs moved with ease due to the friction formed by the shoes to get a grip of the path they tread on. The hands were in rhythmic motion with the legs and oscillating self-consciously with the legs for their lifelong battle to get ahead of the other oscillators. This was in itself something that intrigued the man's thoughts and formed new opinions of his memories and his current circumstance. The lifelong battle of the hands and legs to move forward and only to be pushed back by their competitors: the other hand and leg was something old yet which felt new. They gave a tacit understanding of the situation which goes on like a cycle.</div>
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It was now his time to understand the life in the streets and enjoy it and to memorize memories of this new life. He knew now that they will give him the push he needed to come back up again and this made him energetic from the inside.</div>
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The rush of adrenaline may not be much but the rush in the mind gave him the push he needed to push ahead to a jog then to a run and, furthermore, to a sprint. The breezy weather cut through his face making him feel the iciness but he was now ready for it and the sprint went for a long while. The one memory that was useful at present was of him sprinting around in the roads each day and that was one thing that could not be separated from him. This one memory had a prolonged effect as sprinting was something he craved for and sprinting is something that he will always crave for.</div>
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His saddened mind was transformed into an ecstatic mode due to the new opinion formed. In the future that is past he will keep this memory with great care. The scattered sunlight hit on his face smoothly as it rose for a new day.</div>
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<a href="http://writetribe.com/" target="_blank">This is the write up on memory/memories for Write Tribe - Festival of Words 2</a><br />
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<b style="line-height: 27px;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">© Aditya Subramanian, 2020</span></b></b></div>
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-14304959659408558122013-11-28T10:10:00.000+05:302020-06-03T18:20:11.662+05:30The House Of Knives<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">A tiled pattern covering the floor of the house. White papers resting on it forming a rectangle. A queue of knives from very small to very big lay in formation on the papers with a spear blade lying beside them. The shine of the spear blade was more than the shine from all the the other knives' blades combined and, therefore, their leader was chosen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">The smallest knife lying on one corner felt like reaching its brother, the biggest knife, at the other corner. It was a long journey to be taken by going past many other relatives. The first of the relatives was a slimmer knife than itself but with its weight transformed as its length to make it slightly taller. The second was properly shaped at the handle with a belly like the smallest in weight but it had a straighter blade contrasting well, in colour, with its handle. This one was equal in height to the first one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">The third one was a bit shorter than the previous two but it had its dominance by the unusual colour and felt similar to itself at the blade. The fourth had a large handle with a slanted rhythmic and encircling design on it. Its slant at the place of joint of the blade and the handle was like some over-protected body covering part of its own face. This one handled things roughly with its double height to the smallest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">The fifth was a maverick with a unique shape which attracted people. Its blade and handle were both of equal ratio and its height equal to the previous blade. The next one was scared of the seventh as it feared that it would try to use eighth to destroy nine. It was like a miniaturized sword and was so thin by the blade and handle that both were difficult to differentiate. This too was of same height as its previous two.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">The seventh, which had a rivalry with eighth and ninth, was like a rifle with a metallic covering and a thin straight blade. Its length a bit larger than the previous three. The eighth one had a comfortable handle similar to a sword and its shiny blade said it all. It was of the same height as the fourth, fifth, and sixth. The brother of eight had a large gun-like handle which seemed to have lost its trigger. The blade was also of a different kind which looked like a pile-driver. It was elder to its brother in height and its shine had worn out of age.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">The tenth came three to four times bigger than the knife journeying. It was a combination of the second and fourth at its handle. The next in formation was the second most elder in the line having pointed ends at both its blade tip and handle tip. Its handle felt like a tail as if it could be used to scurry past many objects quickly. It was long in length. The second last had a shiny handle with a rectangular blade having no pointy tip as the rest of the lot. This was smaller than the previous one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">The last of the set was its brother. The eldest of the lot and the most lethal in the family. It was the king of knives. The dark handle with a glittering shine and a long large blade curved like a scimitar sword's blade. It could slice through many things. It was a falchion blade. The joy when it saw its younger brother, after a long time, was immeasurable. The small knife had journeyed a long journey and gained experience about its relatives in height and weight and got to know about the age-old story of why six was scared of seven. Although seven had not yet destroyed nine.</span><br />
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-49166118922498115202013-11-27T00:45:00.001+05:302020-06-03T18:19:51.629+05:30The Randomly Rhythmic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A room with no lights in that region became visible due to a nearby light from another region. A house where the night had crept in for the people. This one light centered at no center for all the people of the house. The unlit room had a bed which was given away due to it's shadow.</div>
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On the bed lay a man with his back to his ceiling. A pillow on which his head was supposed to rest had instead a notebook used for random rough work. The dim centered light guiding the unsteady hands of the writer. The randomness was magnificent when gaining knowledge that... he could not even observe what he wrote except for his way of writing or scribbling.</div>
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It could be called whatever the person writing or reading felt like. Be it from untidy to super clean, it was all relative. The buzzing of quite a few randomly unknown things intrigued him.</div>
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The randomness grew when it was understood that it were the last pages of the book but still the seek of randomness showed that the notebook was not even half full. The writer scribbled his way through lines of a page but then looking at it all relatively felt random. Even the word random appeared at random.</div>
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The words still were rhythmic in that they formed sentences to give new meanings. This new rhythm of writing felt different for the reader in that writer and still it was random which made the words abrupt or long.</div>
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The pages filled up but the notebook still had lots before it could come to a close. While the light formed the shadows, the aesthetic of writing randomly felt brilliant. Coming to a close the pen hesitated because of the arms which held it.</div>
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The writer's useless eyes making incomplete words which trailed with pauses. The ink still left, the writer slept only to wake up to his rhythm of randomness.</div>
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The light shone brighter as the other light of this room lit up. It was morning in the night.</div>
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-51093214952240230712013-10-23T02:03:00.001+05:302020-06-03T18:19:42.626+05:30The Perfectly Imperfect<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">A person tired of the day by having arguments about how things should be perfect sat down with an agitated state on the soft smooth sofa. Others had said that the way he intended perfection to be was not a good way. He calmed himself and sat with silence to observe his surroundings which he did whenever such things happened. After observing around everywhere from the window to the trees outside to the birds on them to the wall facing him to the kitchen on the right he looked down at himself sitting and the very first thing he saw made him curious. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">The joints joining the upper arm with the forearm looked interesting and, similarly, the joints joining the thigh and the leg. They felt quite related to something on his mind. He moved his joints for a while and watched them like in a far away dream. The movement felt so simple and yet hit him hard on his head. The simple movements told him more than what the others tried to explain to him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">They seemed so imperfect in their movement. The elbow joints bent only downwards while the knee joints bent only upwards. This was how they generally moved for everyone. For eating a fruit you had to bend your elbows down to bring the fruit to your mouth. For climbing stairs you had to bend your knees upward to bring it down at the right height. This itself was very fascinating to think about and made him smile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">The interesting thing was that even though they bent in only one particular direction their working remained in synchronization with respect to the body. The body commanded them very neatly. This made him smile even more. It was as if they listened to the commands but in their own imperfect way. Even though they looked imperfect when working their functioning remained perfect.</span><br />
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-28094411304005635632013-06-15T23:49:00.002+05:302020-06-03T18:19:32.870+05:30The Blind’s Blind<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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passenger travelling in a train sat at the last window seat, alone. The
characteristics pertained that he was blind. His stick lay beside him and the
eyes were unaffected by the bright sun. Everyone who traveled in this train
with him knew about him. He was blind by eyes but knew everything there was to
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life was ever evolving in the city through which the train was now passing and
with that a new station had also been made for the train to stop. This station
brought a new daily traveler with it. In hopped a girl boarding this train for
her school. She entered the coach and sat on the lonesome seat beside the blind
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
journey ahead was of a comfortable two hours and the season was of a warm and
bright sun. The sunlight kept flowing through the glass directly onto the girl.
This disturbed the girl and she started to moan and adjust herself against the
sunlight. The moan was heard by the blind man and he swiftly put down the blind
of the glass window to shield from the sunlight. The girl thanked the man, and
when her station came, she left.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
next day dawned and it was time to go to school again. She boarded the same
train and sat on that same seat. To her astonishment the blind man greeted her
instantly with a “good morning”. On observing keenly she found that the blind
had already been put down to shield her from the sun’s light.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This
was surprising, if not astonishing, and she felt extremely thankful and happy
to meet such a kind man.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A
conversation began between the two of them and all sorts of old to new stories
came and passed. The chat ended with the blind man informing her that the
station for the school had arrived.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Another
day of school led to a newer surprise. They were sitting quietly when a simple-minded
kid came to sit at the seat ahead of them. The blind man immediately warned the
kid that the seat was broken. Some moments later an angry person came into the
coach and was about to sit on that seat when the blind man warned not to sit. Paying no heed to the warning the person sat on the lovely seat and down went the seat
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days passed and many little incidents happened during the train travels. One day
the little girl got down at a stop close to the forest before the school and
she did not come for a whole week.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
attachment with the girl worried the blind man and he too got down at that
forest stop to search for her. Lost he went in those woods as never again was
he seen by the people of the train including the little school girl who came
back another week later.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b style="line-height: 27px;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">© Aditya Subramanian, 2020</span></b></b></div>
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Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-42387778404799123752013-06-11T07:31:00.004+05:302020-06-03T18:19:18.888+05:30The Tune Up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
illuminating glow of the room was filled by the fluorescent light. A creamy
door with a contrasting dark grey ribbon strip running through its center
opened ajar and flurried up with people. A chair situated in the room with a
person sitting and holding in the hands a pear-shaped instrument with some
lines of strings. The touch of the soft hands strummed the instrument with an
even softer feel.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
sound vibrated from the instrument to the ends of the room filling everyone
with awe. The calmness of the vibration stopped suddenly with an out of rhythm
tune. The tune was a rhythm in itself like the letters of the alphabet and to
others it was nothing but a string of gibberish words.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
player felt a bit of softness for the tune. The feeling was enough to change
that overpowering yet fragile mind to tune the new words up. While the others
rubbished about it being non-rhythmic, the player silently wrote up a beautiful
string of these words in the mind.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Out
came a few of these like a soft creamy flow of chocolate and to others it was
like the hardness of a frozen bar. Slowly a few more strings came out and the
layer of soft and hard closed out to each other gradually. The words now had a
successful rhythmic effect.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">A
bounce here and a slide there was the general feel.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
slow yet gradual tune up was a beautiful experience. It was like writing a
story having the adventure of a child to the thrill of an elderly, from the
loudness of a crowd to the silence of the air, from the softness of a
clear-writing to the curiousness of a shabby-writing, and from a mysterious
start of a play to a clean ending of it.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
simple new words said all there is to say in a different way. The crowd
applauded at the silent and serene ending tone in a light-hearted sway. The
people left the room. The light was turned off and the door was closed.</span></div>
</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
instrument lay on the chair to rest……as the tune up was complete.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="line-height: 27px;"><span style="font-size: large;">© Aditya Subramanian, 2020</span></b></span></span></div>
</div>
</div>
Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-6502338024550654712013-06-11T07:30:00.004+05:302020-06-03T18:18:56.318+05:30The Green Ceiling<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">A
small forest lay in front of the viewer’s eyes. The person walked into the
center of the forest, which he knew perfectly, oblivious of the surroundings. Upon
reaching the center he started to observe.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tall
trees with lots of branches stood like a great hallway in all directions. The
many leaves sticking out of the branches covered as a ceiling with contrasting shades
of green forming almost perfect semicircles. It now looked more like a forest
of green hallways with thick brown cylindrical standings.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
third dimensional effect of this world made leaves feel like having troughs and
crests. At first the sight simply seemed like a big wavy green hill. Sunlight
was scattering at places making it feel like borders of large hilly lands. Sometimes
a few leaves fell due to the breeze and more sunlight passed, and thereby, signaling
new lands being formed. The leafy crests and troughs formed buildings and rivers.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
winds constantly shifting the leaves and making the ceiling form new different
lands. Walking in any direction made new lands appear each time. Sometimes a
light breeze made few leaves look like small creatures roaming. A fast one made
it feel like a jet moving at supersonic speed. Once it was even followed
doggedly by the eyes ending only because the jet had lost fuel. The jet’s sound
remained unheard by the viewer….<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tiredness took toll and the viewer lay down on
the grass. An hour later the eyes opened with renewed vigour. The lands, jets,
and buildings were gone and it was all again a ceiling of green. The sunlight
now dimmed and evening shades passed through leaf-gaps. Many leaves had fallen
down and made lots of different borders. Abstract drawings became visible, all filled
with shades of green. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A green dragon, a green hammer, or some other
object filled with green with dark borders all around. The voice of the viewer
trailed meaninglessly as it tried to pronounce the words “dragon” or “hammer”.
To the eyes they were only shapes. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The buildings it perceived were cuboids and the
rivers some wavy shapes. The eyes tried hard to perceive the world outside the
forest but it seemed only like cuboids or circles, or other basic shapes. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Confusion lay around in the viewer’s clear
mind.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Why did the eyes love to roam and observe this
forest of leaves each day the most??<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b style="line-height: 27px;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">© Aditya Subramanian, 2020</span></b></b></div>
</div>
</div>
Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-69534152848243507272013-06-11T07:29:00.004+05:302020-06-03T18:18:42.329+05:30The Commander’s Army<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">A
great day for them it was. They had come out successful in their battle without
a scratch on any one. The huge commander sat down and arranged his team in a
straight line to have a look at them. The commander observed his victorious
team from left to right.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">A
creature with big yellow boots and wearing bright red shorts with big round
black ears was standing first with a smile. His left hand covered with a white
glove was gesturing in the direction of the other team members.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Next,
in the team was an animal bigger than a dog but smaller than a horse having a
big mouth. Third in the row was a ninja with a sword, big round body armor,
knee caps, and a scarf over his bald head.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Fourth
was a skinny boy with nice brown shoes, wearing school dress, and a long pointy
nose. Passing on came a big fat monster who had ears like trumpets. His laugh
echoed in the whole area. The sixth was a small plump animal with a long snake
like nose, strong legs, a cute pair of eyes and the large ears used for flying.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Second
last on the list seemed half dragon and half donkey with dark chocolate body
and small wings. Last but not the least was a tall, slim, man with a cowboy hat
and big brown boots. His face was hidden by the shadow of his big hat.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
unique team of eight summed up the commander’s victory.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
kid (commander) clapped around with enjoyment at the team’s effort.</span></div>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b style="line-height: 27px;"><span style="font-size: large;">© Aditya Subramanian, 2020</span></b></div>
</div>
</div>
Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-2111316980576997782013-06-11T07:26:00.001+05:302020-06-03T18:18:31.006+05:30The Caged Lonely Tree<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">It
seemed like a round open cage. The cage was made up of the surrounding forest
of trees. Each tree was of different hues and varieties. The clouds moved with
their slow and usual pace. The center circular area was filled with glowing
green grass. The greenish glow being reflected due to the sun’s observing
light.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">There
were some small bushy areas in that circle. They formed a concentric inner
circle when looked from above.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">At
the center of this cage was a single lonely tree. It seemed like it was autumn
as the old leaves were scattered around this area. So the light, glowing, green
grass around here was covered with equally dark, glowing, green old leaves.
This seemed to give a monochromatic greenish view from above.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
big lonely tree which it was hid two cannons of war under its shade. It hid
them from the sun’s light and the moving clouds using the fallen leaves as
cover. The sun and the clouds only saw the monochromatic view from above.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">This
was the autumn season. The sun and the clouds were bored with the monochromatic-ness.
They were also curious as to what was hidden underneath this lonely tree. They
knew that trees were meant for shading and they had seen what other trees hid
under them. They saw animals, birds, travelers, and other objects.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Slowly
the old leaves of the big lonely tree gave way for new colours for the sun and
the clouds to see.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
view was not monochromatic anymore. Now, there were two big cannons. Each
cannon had two huge chocolate coloured wheels with light greyish metallic
cylinders held by the wheels. The two new colours shone brilliantly with the
green monochromatic leaves.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
viewers were amazed by the sight. The big old tree was not lonely after all as
it had two bright friendly cannons guarding it.</span></div>
</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Now
the picture seemed clear. The cage like area was actually the home of this big
single tree. It was not its cage but its castle. A cage it was to the others.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="line-height: 27px;"><span style="font-size: large;">© Aditya Subramanian, 2020</span></b></span></span></div>
</div>
</div>
Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-78262554695688358942013-06-11T07:25:00.000+05:302020-06-03T18:18:23.748+05:30The Un-forgiven Road<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
man walked as he used to walk. This was the day he came over a road. It was
like in his dreams. The trees and other roadside stuff crept up with the
flashing red lights. The greyish of the road seemed new and wet. Then the
uninvited events happened. The dust settled fast on the road. Its make was getting
old month by month, year by year. The beautiful trees beside it rusted and grew
old and weak like it.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">It
had not been trodden over for years and it was devoid of any wetness as rain
ignored it and its surroundings. Its length was pretty long but even a walk on it
was scarce. This made the road sad each day as it longed for someone or
something to come. Even the animals and birds neglected it and the nearby
trees.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">This
man carried a book and was walking on this road. A really hot wind blew and
with it a lot of dust. The dust caught up with him and he lost a few pages as
the book fell. These flew over and rested itself on the road.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
road did not seem to notice at first but then as a few more pages flew with
their flapping noise and then it became aware of its surroundings.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">It
looked up to see at the papers laying all over it. It told a tale of a road all
broken and tired which was where it the “new” road was made. That old road had
had many mis-happenings like death, accidents, and many others like them.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
new road had been made on its place with a new feeling and vigour that people
may be encouraged by the newness but all seemed hopeless as people feared this
path and in years forgot about it.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
man knew about this and so had come here to cheer up this lonely road and to
see its unreasonable and sad plight. He bowed down and collected his papers. The
moment he touched the road he could feel its sadness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Suddenly,
tiny drops of water fell from what felt like clouds of heavy matter and slowly
the rain poured with gentleness and might. The weak plants and trees nearby got
strength and became rejuvenated with the freshness. The man was a famous road
builder or a road rejuvenator as he was called. He gave new hope to this road
and in years to come this road became one of the best passageways on Earth.</span></div>
</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
road had been forgiven for its ancestor’s wrongs… And his bad dreams laid to
rest.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b style="line-height: 27px;"><span style="font-size: large;">© Aditya Subramanian, 2020</span></b></div>
</div>
</div>
Stroblitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10619299157832684646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684913434460323768.post-9863467693719467722013-06-11T07:24:00.000+05:302020-06-03T18:18:09.074+05:30The Jigsaw Puzzle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">A boy sat down with a box of jigsaw puzzle
pieces. The picture on top of the box was of small beautiful scenery. He opened
the box and scattered the puzzle pieces on the newspaper he had spread on the
floor. They looked so many to him. Some were upside down and others were upside
up.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Each
piece was of similar size and shape except for the corners. There were only a
few differences in the variance of the puzzle pieces.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
boy took out the corners out of the jumbled pieces taking his own time and one
by one the frame for the puzzle picture was done. Next he tried to arrange all the
similar pieces, he could see, separately by using the correlation of the colour
and intensity patterns in each piece. He could figure out the glistening water
of the pond given in the picture on the box.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Slowly
and steadily he put all the pieces together and was amazed to find the white
geese which arranged themselves same as in the picture.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">He
took out the separated greenish leafy pieces and arranged some of them to form
the left and right tree given in the picture and yet again the pieces amazed
him with some tiny flowers he was unable to perceive in the pieces separately.
The zoomed in brownish dirt path came along next with its small green grasses.
The boy felt happy seeing the long thin dark strokes on the path which gave it
a feel of movement.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
grey walls of the right side loomed with brick patterns which the boy was
unable to observe in the small pieces. These joined as if giving the boy the
feeling that he himself was constructing a brick wall in reality.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
bright white clouds formed their creamy layers through the hands of the boy.
Their bluish background gave a serene effect to the now almost complete puzzle.
Last but not the least, came the cottage with its chimneys puffing white clouds
of fumes which the boy had mistaken as extra cloud pieces.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
puzzle seemed complete the moment the boy put the last piece. It looked like a
lively picture with the running pathway, the swimming geese, the flowing water,
the puffy airs and the swirly clouds and the tiny but bright flowers with the
looming grey walls and the open cottage door.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The
picture invited the boy to come enjoy it in his dreams…which he did.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
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