02.27.06
Distorted me, distorted dreams and the falling within…
She was standing there all alone, in the darkness. Where exactly she didn’t know. She wasn’t sure if it was the morning that awaited her or it was going to be one long night. She could hear some sort of a faint sound somewhere in the distance. Maybe it was the bird’s maybe it was the crickets.
She was feeling cold now. She couldn’t recall what month of the year it was. Maybe it wasn’t cold at all. But there was definitely an inherent chill in the air, maybe it was this that was affecting her spine.
She could see two roads now, she was sure they lead to the same place, a place where she didn’t wanted to go, she didn’t know which one to take. She opened her eyes, she remembered she saw herself falling, a free fall from a tall building or was it a stadium, maybe she didn’t even see where she was falling from. She was running behind a bus a while ago, no it was a train or was it? Maybe she was in one. Was it a dream, a deja-vu or some kind of a past memory she tried to suppress?
Do you every feel like this girl. Do you ever get abstract dreams? This story has an interpretation. Maybe if you come to the site again same time next week you will understand the significance of the story. Maybe not.
Oh I forgot, she saw a light as well… She could not figure out how far it was…just a faint blink and she held on it before being black again.
Ridhima Thakral
Looking beneath and beyond
Rain Drops made a vision on the windshield I saw a new image through these tiny dots…
Like all good things, all moments are short-lived. It is like that crocus of a matchstick, which burns in a flame only to leave ashes. So it’s all about that one spark, living that one moment which lives in memory for years. That one moment which may have lasted practically for few seconds or minutes but emotionally that entire period and those special times.
One needs to be highly spiritually enlightened or extremely happy go lucky to “live each moment”. As even though we hear of it time and again it’s usually not made possible. Still, there are certain moments or atleast that one moment, however short it may be which gives you reason to be nostalgic for that very while.
“Those were the days my friend , we’d thought they’ll never end ,for we would dance forever and a day, we’d live a life we choose , we’d fight and never loose coz we were young and sure to have our way.”
Moments are precious and living them all over again is blissful. They provide sensation to one’s memories and bring them afresh….
Its like to feel that if someone comes into your life and for some reason could not stay for long. There were just a handful moments that you could spent together, but atleast your paths crossed and somehow you were happy even for a while.
Life is to live, and moments are for enliving…..
Aruna Kejriwal
