Whispering Thoughts

The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction.  She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be. She knelt at the threshold and kissed its dust. Her parting glance was blurred by silent tears. Then she stepped across. Into the twilight of 14th August, 1947. A  Tryst with Destiny  was being made. The patrol herded her to the jeep. And all that time, her eyes searched the crowds - for Shera. He should have been here. Shera! Her soul cried out. Sheeeeeraaaaa ...... The jeep stirred. This is in continuation of the submission made on 7th September, 2012, for Trifextra : Week Thirty-Two The text in green is the earlier entry. Linked with Trifextra : week Thirty-Five

Science had failed to heal him, brazenly called him insane. Perhaps it was right, perhaps not. Desperate, his people sought Elvira, the red haired. With a victorious laugh, her hand went over his forehead, stilling him as ice. Her luscious red lips, shone in the dark, praying and chanting. Echoes hung in the silence. Magic filled the night. Her pitch rose – from whispers to shrieks. Incantations gained momentum and then suddenly died down. Everything became still. Deathly still. Beyond the walls of her sanctorum, a rooster crowed in the dawn. Elvira smiled. Blind faith had won again. Science had failed. Linking with Trifecta : Week Forty-Four Linking with Picture it and write it Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words - Beyond

His spirit drained, Flowing freely through the papers, Scattered on his desk. He thought of her, And he thought of The lullabies and cradles, That waited for him. Love and life, Were beckoning. Linking with Trifextra : Week Thirty-Four

Yesterday’s gala at our house saw many crossed fingers. Trying to keep away rain. We had planned the celebration as a terrace party to gobble up that ever swelling milieu comfortably. But we expected  some 125 guests. At any other time, we could have managed with plates and spoon from our cupboard but not this time. 125 sets! Wow! The tent house services J my idea. Bad idea! The plates did look clean on the outside. But to be doubly sure, we (me included) sat in the scorching sun, doing the dishes before putting them to use. Hail the hygiene! Linking up with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words - Doing the dishes

We are celebrating a wedding here. Guests have already started coming for what is going to be the most breathtaking moment of my cousin’s life. And excitement galores here. The ladies of the house are still making rounds to the tailors and the jeweler shops to get their scarlet and green suits right, to find some stunning adornment for their necks, arms, hair or ears. And I am wondering if they or rather their tender ear lobes will be able to bear the weight of things they are coveting. You see, I am pretty much decided with what I am going to wear and how I am going to wear it. Well, well! An advantage of not having to look after tiny trots or an ever nagging husband or wondering what my in-laws are going to think of my shopping spree. And we are sure looking forward to tonight’s celebrations. With me writing for some three challenges in one post, it should be very clear, that we (I mean me and my family) are the hosts tonight. It is the night when we all sing and dance our he...

His Third Eye opened. Rage burned desire. His Tandava trampled life and love. The Creator and Preserver suddenly became The Destroyer . Amidst this annihilating chaos, Parvati still conquered His heart. Her love salvaged. Linking with Trifextra : Week Thirty-Three Inspired from The Hindu Mythology

Two stones, struck accidentally. Sparks stirred. So did a thought. And the fire was idolized forever. Years later, s omeone brought it to our Hearths and kitchens. Somewhere out there, A stone cut into the flesh. Blood flowed, and thoughts raced. And knives were born. Someone dared to taste the apple, The bread and the cinnamon; To live in caves, the huts and homes; To carve out the wheel. It is to such pregnant minds that we owe our living. Then be they the stroke of genius, Or an errant radical thought. It is what justifies life, And the joy therein. Linking with Trifecta : Week Forty-Two Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words - Cinnamon

Her kilta carries all her burdens. And her kilta carries all her joys. Every day. It is the core of her existence. Like every other persons’ in these villages out here. And I am always intrigued by it. Perhaps because, I have always thought that they use these only in the tea-gardens to put in the tea-leaves; that too only in movies and photographs. Little did I know that a kilta would carry not only their harvests, but all their purchases from the main town too? The list includes almost anything that needs to be carried all the way to or from the village. But now when I look around, I can spot many a hill women, wearing the traditional pattus (hand woven shawls) walking with the backs hunched under the weight of these strong hand woven cane baskets. Of course of late, they have started using the plasticized variant in bright green complete with black broad straps. And boy, are these women strong? Their daily life is full of hardships, even the narrative of which mig...

The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction.  She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be. She knelt at the threshold and kissed its dust. Her parting glance was blurred by silent tears. Then she stepped across. Into the twilight of 14th August, 1947. A Tryst with Destiny  was being made. Linking with Trifextra : Week Thirty-Two

Tiny feet, those darling things, Trot all over the place today, Hiding, playing, running! Was it not yesterday? When we held hands, And taught you to walk. Or was it really yesterday? When we weaved stories, To lull you to sleep. Taught you how to spell and read. And all the while we were dealing, With plus and minus, Time – it flew away. And today when the thunders strike, You tell me not to be scared silly! Boy, you have grown! The joy I feel, And a dull, proud ache. In this aging heart of mine, Blessings and prayers rise. Linking up with Velvet Verbosity : 100 word challenge - prompt : Flew Linking up with Write on Edge : Weekend Linkup

The thoughts and the absence thereof Scribbled on the blank paper, Perhaps, reads something like this. Words put together can still make sense. It is however, a vacant living, A wandering existence, That I am really scared of. Linking with Trifecta : Week Forty-One