Whispering Thoughts

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about night - never lasts forever." Linking up with Trifextra : Week Thrity-One Sum up anything you want, but do it in three words.  Your response should mirror Frost's quote by beginning, "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about--."  And the last four words are yours to choose.  

“Roads blocked!” “WHAT????” And then they all started laughing. I closed my eyes and breathed. And in my mind, I undid all the planning those two words had triggered. They find it fun, telling me such things. They trick me every evening. And like every time, their trick works. But then my fears are not totally misplaced. Why, the other day, the route had broken down at three places. And it had taken 7 hours to get a green signal. And then, one day, I had reached the office late – having braved a caving road and a minor transshipment. But this last Saturday, topped them all. The route was slippery through and through. The Beas roared, fumed and swelled. The clouds thundered and the lightning crackled almost all day long. A mighty tree broke down. And with it came down, many temporary shops that had nestled under it in good times. The stretch across Thalout looked beautiful but intimidating with the water about to rise up to the road and the Rainsh Nala imita...

Been fighting again! This time, she would complain. To Nana. Pocket-money? Goodbye! He would still buy her a grilled corn. She would have to squirrel away hers. Treat him with a kite later. Linking with Trifextra : Week Thirty  -  This weekend we want you to write a 33-word response using the name of an animal as a verb . This challenge was a great learning for me and my family. I enjoyed familiarizing myself with the seemingly new usage. I am posting primarily for the fun of putting this learning to use. I hope you all enjoy reading this short scene too. I tried to create a brother-sister relation here. Fingers totally crossed!

The night was black and dark. With a stillness in the air. That reins in the ones with a faint heart. No matter how dark the night, she thought, the sun will shine through and the shadows will be left behind . She kept repeating these words to herself. She did not have the courage to look back. Only to trudge forward and onward. She had been trying to sell one of her handmade scarves to that rich couple. She had seen the last bus leave without her from over the lady’s shoulder. And she had seen the couple walk away without buying the scarf. It was so dark that once or twice she did stumble, but each time she got up and walked more cautiously. The cold did not bother her. One she had reached the familiar territory of her village, she relaxed. Theirs was a tiny hut with room enough for all of them. And the door looked like it would come off the hinges anytime. Yet her mother kept it locked. She wondered why. May be out of habit – why on earth would somebody want to steal our rags...

Her green eyes totally locked into his grey, words were suddenly not needed. Words were still spoken, were attended to. Then, a faint whisper, What now? The dawn was just breaking. Life begins! Linking up with Trifextra : Week Twenty-Nine

They fought over what later seemed trivia. And they never made up after the fight. And when they summoned him to the front line. He fought with her on mind. He had hoped to apologize, The moment he jumped off the flight Even though he was not in the wrong Saying sorry would not hurt, right? She waited for him to come, He was all over her heart and mind. She knew she had been wrong. She was waiting to set it right. Yes, she would say sorry, The moment he jumped off the flight. Wish somebody had told them That fighting on frontline came with a price. Home they brought – her warrior dead. Home he came - basking in valour bright. Linking with Trifecta : Week Thirty-Eight

She settles into a seat And sends out a text: “Will be reaching soon.” A ringing sound, A name flashes: Her solitude cut short. Finally, she reaches home: Melody playing in her ears. Linking with Trifextra : Week Twenty-Eight 33 words - 1 object - three uses

The lumber logs went spiraling in the torrents of water; their might broken by a mere cloud. A mere cloud! But this time it had struck with full vengeance - hard and strong. And the gush of water did not spare anything and anyone, be it a twig or a tile. It washed away everything. Clean! Clear! All that remained was a very alive and swollen Angus roaring and rising by the minute, broken trees, rocks and bits and pieces of what was a small lumber factory a few hours ago. Thus, Adler came home to the remains and ruins, was welcomed by pleading eyes of his wife and wails of a hungry child.  His arms hung by his side, limp and lifeless. His knees buckled, he sagged helplessly on the floor. The words of his wife brought him out of his stupor. What will we do now? What would he do now? How would he feed his family? The answer hung somewhere in the moist air but did not reach his lips. He stared at her. And in her tear stained eyes he saw the vows he had taken for protecting his fam...

Adney was not looking forward to her journey. There was no fun in travelling by air. All it did was save time. But one had to endure the boring faces buried in laptops and tablets. She could survive that much. Hopefully! She saw hands feverishly typing on keyboards and took the hint burying herself in the worn out edition of Doctors . The world around her blurred and fell into oblivion. Until that moment. It was the thought of his presence that broke her reverie. She looked up in time to find him making his way through the aisle, his gait nonchalant, his bearing casual. Adney, however, knew better. She wondered if his presence on that flight was a coincidence. Her mind echoed yes. Her heart whispered no. She did not side by either. For that moment at least. Instead she tried to busy herself in her book. But being acutely conscious of his presence as she was, the words from the book made little sense. It was a week ago that she had walked out of her heaven with Jake...

The moth hovered, The flame flickered, Closer by and by, Dancing in rhythm, And then I know not, If the flames leapt up Or the moth bent down, To share their final kiss! Linking up with Trifextra : Week Twenty-Seven  - A 33 word Fable Linking with Write on Edge

Medini took hurried steps. She passed a little girl with two braids, hands on her hips, red with anger and a young little boy, holding on to her pleated skirt. The little girl slapped a blurred face “ That’s for hitting my brother ”. The girl then walked away holding hands with her brother. Soon the milling crowd enveloped her. Soon their roles will be reversed. Why and how, Medini was not sure. And this was no time to be thinking. She was some 100 steps away from posting the Rakhi, the sacred vows of protection. She sprinted. Linking up with Write on Edge : 100 words on Conflict