Flashes of creativity
Hello readers,
Hmm, now that the blog has registered 1000 hits (wow), its time to celebrate!!! Well, for the time being lets do with a new post! To be true, I have not written anything today, nevertheless, if you would bear with me, we could celebrate a week long : flashes of creativity. Hmmm...which means , I will be posting my writings of past, which were left in between , incomplete or otherwise.
Feel free to critique.
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Date of Creation: 3rd of Oct '05
She stares out her window to look at the full moon. The moon must bring to her the omen of his coming. She rushes to the mirror hanging on the other end of the room. What splendid beauty does she see in her own reflection. Her doe-like eyes are filled with yearning. Those twin twinkles smeared with kohl grow bigger in anticipation. Her heart flutters, and she knows he will come to her tonight. To take her away with him in his steed.
She runs across the paddy fields, bare feet. Her feet feel light, her hands over her bosom, she keeps running till her heart pounds so loud, that she is out of breath. And she bends down on the river that has been running along with her. And she sees herself. And she sees him leaning over her. Like lightening she turns back to greet him, but he like a playful lover hides himself from her.
She looks for him. Laughing and euphoric. Yes, her love is here. He is here. Only he hides, to tease her. How mischievous he is. He is a rogue. A rascal. Yet so dear. So dear. He beckons her in the water. She walks towards him. The waves splash by her tiny ankles and they grow stronger. She doesn’t know what turmoil lays before her. But why would she care. He is here. Oh! He is here.
Next morning villagers find a young girl dead by the side of the river. She probably had a moon fever. Roaming around alone on a full moon night and when the waters are high. The devil must have taken her senses away.
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