Wednesday, May 27, 2009
With faces red and sweaty hair, they looked dreary in the heat
Playing cricket, kids were never so gloomy, with its heat, sun was celebrating its feat
Throwing bat away, he said, he's exhausted, As if empty, the bowler too slumped
They cursed the sun, and the heat, Under the tree, they lied dumped
Suddenly, there were sudden change in climate, bright yellow sky started turning gray
The sun seemed loosing it power, while the clouds confined the sun in cage
In no time, there were dark clouds all around, in a while
The timid faces, with heads down, now glowed into smiles
The first showers were out on the street
Winds spreading the dust and blowing the heat
The sweet smell of the mud spread around
Feeling of something lost was now found
Happily, the kids ran on the street, embracing the shower
Thanking God, singing and dancing, looking at the clouds hover
In no time, everything was wet, ground, trees and the leaves
Smiles and Cheers everywhere, everyone was pleased
Bidding Goodbye to the sun, very soon,
They all cried, "Bye Bye Summer!! Happy Monsoon!!"
Written for Three Words Wednesday : Prompt - Dreary Embrace Timid
Thursday, May 21, 2009
It wasn't easy to walk down to the toilet tent in the chilling cold night. She thought of waking her tent partner. But the partner seemed to be fast asleep buried in the sleeping bag. She decided she will go alone.
She planned visually an optimized path that she would take. Picking up the torch, she unzipped the tent entry. She realized her hands were shivering. A chilling breeze hit her face as she moved out. She was terrified by the pitch dark night that surrounded her.
Go ahead Riya, she told herself. gathering all the strength, she flashed the light around and located the toilet tent and started walking.
She was returning back and till now everything was fine. The cold was unbearable, the sound of the river was distinct. Suddenly a cold breeze past her. She heard a sound, a whisper. She discarded it thinking it was just the fear of the mind that was creating the unreal. But she heard it again, "Can I come with you ?" a whisper close enough to her ears. Her torch fell down flashing the ground muddied by the rain. The treacherous voice kept repeating, as if waiting for an answer from her. Her heart was pounding, her body frozen, as if buried in the ground, her throat was dry.
Thinking she has to get to the tent fast, she picked up the torch. She wanted to see who it was, but feared to see what she couldn't handle. She cursed herself for trying to be too courageous. She was breathing hard. She swiftly turned around flashing the light. But the voice came out from nowhere. Something unknown was following her.
Now she was scared to death and started running every which way, crying. But the voice followed her "Can I come?". Realizing that she is lost she stood, now crying hard. She felt a touch on her shoulders. She screamed. She saw few lights turning on, but they grew blurred, as she fainted...
Written for Three Words Wednesday : Prompt - Efficient Optimize Treacherous. used later two in the post.
Monday, May 18, 2009
from gaps of my fingers
My eyes widen
and I get jitters
Somehow I complete the film
and Thank God it's over
But that's the start of the fear
As the horrible faces before my eyes hover
I try to think of some pleasant things
But I feel disconnected
The only thing I feel connected to
Are the darkness and sounds netted
Oh Why did I watch that film ?
I always question in the last
But next time I see any horror film running
I am again ready for the jitters, ready to watch it aghast!!
Written for Sunday Scribbling : Disconnected
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The best way was through books, she decided when she couldn't think of any other way.
She was too shy to tell him face to face. She was afraid she might blunder.
She collected the class notes that she used to borrow from Sid, which gave her reasons to talk to him.
She slipped the letter in one of the notebooks.
"Hi, Where are you going, Reena ?" called Neha, the chatterbox, from behind.
"To Sid, to return his notes", she told her, fearing of the nervousness in her voice.
"Ohh Great! Do you have his Economics notes ? Hmm...Let me see.." as she picked up couple of notebooks.
Reena's eyes widened. Neha was infamous for her gossiping which led her nickname BBC.
I am caught, the news is going to spread like forest fire, she foresighted. The trajectory of the news from Neha to friends and then to Sid painted before her eyes.
How stupid she looked in the painting watching Sid looking her. She couldn't decide what his face expressed? Was he angry or Was he happy ?
Neha shook her. "Hey Alice in wonderland. I am taking this note. Tell Sid I'll return later" she said waving the book as she left.
Reena murmured curses at Neha. "Now what to do. I am dead now ?" She kept the books down at the steps. And started searching the letter. Fortunately she found it.
She sighed, loud enough to attract those around. She smiled at them, turned around back towards home, deciding that she would return the books next day, with a fresh new start....
Written for Three Words Wednesday : Prompt - Bicker Nervous Trajectory, I used latter two in the post.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
The bell rang. It was her husband, she was relieved but looking at his pants blooded at the knees she panicked and shot him with questions.
Hurriedly she bought the antiseptic and started applying on his knees.
As she applied the liquid, a cryptic feeling was creeping inside her. Something unknown was pulling her. The music playing in the background, the smell of antiseptic, her applying in on knee,
has it happened before ? Was it deja vu? What is it ? Her expression on face changed, her husband could make out.
What happened, Geeta? he asked. Something weird, she said. She seemed lost. He took her to the bedroom and asked to rest.
She still was figuring out lying on the bed. But the memories seemed closer now. The music of a flute, the smell of antiseptic, her applying of antiseptic on the knee...her mind kept revolving around these.
She closed her eyes. Geeta!! Geeta!! the soft shouts came from the dark.
There were flashes in seconds...the Himalayas..the river flowing, whose sound was intense..the pine...
A house, freshly painted flashed in sepia.
A boy was standing at the door, Hemant. He was smiling, showing his delicate teeth, as if he was very happy.
He was wearing his Kashmiri cap on his head. He always wore when he was happy.
He had a flute in his hand.
Geeta. He called.
A girl in short frock ran towards him. He said something in her ear and they started laughing loudly. Somebody shooed from inside. They giggled and hopped towards the river, hand in hand.
It's Hemant. It's me. She thought, realizing that it were the old memories trying to remind her, remind her of something.
How they were always together, except for the school time, as they were in different class.
How they sat on the rocks beside the speedy river, his telling her the cheesy jokes, her laughing hard...
How he claimed he created all those jokes and stories he told her, her never denying them and admiring him of his intelligence...
How she passed countless evenings listening to his flute, the favorite tune he had gifted on her birthday...
How she had those countless dinners at his house...
I love your smile, she used to tell him..
That day, in afternoon. They met after having lunch. She looked sad.
"What happened, Geeta" he asked.
"We are leaving tomorrow for Mumbai, permanently", she told him.
"What ? Who told you? Why do you have to leave? We have everything here ?" he shot back, his voice had stated to trembled as he asked questions in gaps.
"We will take Hemant with us" she had asked her dad. "He cant come. His family is here" her father had replied.
"Then we will take his complete family" she shot back. "That's not possible dear. Don't worry, we will keep visiting" he had tried to assure her.
Hemant and Geeta were now crying. They sat there, calmed down after sometime.
They recited their memories. And promised to remember each other. Geeta promised she would visit the village frequently.
"What do you want as a gift?"
The red big flowers from the mountain, she said smiling.
"Just flowers ?" he had already stood to get them.
"I'll wait for you." she shouted, he was already far.
She did wait. But there was no sign of him. Where is he ? As it grew dark, she returned home.
Next day, she saw all of their belonging s were already packed. They have to leave soon. Her father told her.
She ran to Hemant's home. He was there, sitting on the patio floor with the flowers beside him.
But he was red with anger.
"You didn't wait for me. You left."
"But i did wait for you. It was growing dark, so i came back. Sorry Hemant. Biiiiiiig sorry."
"Geeta, lets go". Her father called her as he met Hemant's family and bid goodbye.
"Take" he said handing her the big bright red bunch of flowers, his cheeks matching the petal color.
She could make out his anger.
"Sorry" she kept repeating as tears rolled down her cheeks. Will I never see his smile ?
Looking the tears, Hemant's expression changed. His eyes widened and he ran towards her.
"Hey stupid. I was not angry. I was acting. Now don't cry. How are the flowers ? Just like you red cheeks, isn't it ?" he said smiling.
She smiled back, wiping the tears.
It turned back to sepia, her sitting into jeep, father holding her hand. Her waving from the window looking at Hemant, who was stood there holding his Kashmiri cap, with cheeks wet with tears.
It's Hemant. That was the last time she saw him. Her family never returned to the village. And now after so many years, the memories had fought back from the corner of her mind.
Should I go back to the village ? was the question on her mind, as she passed the sleepless night.
Written for Three Words Wednesday : Malign Flash Cryptic, used the later two in post.
Friday, May 01, 2009
|The view from my Hotel room was too good. It flashed fields with huge mountains in background. The first layers was that of pine forests. Behind them were the snow clad mountains which highlights the scenery. I was so happy to start my each day with such a beautiful view every morning!|
|The river Beas seemed to be ubiquitous. The cold force dashing down the rocks just mesmerized me. The sound of the crystal water could be heard from far. It was a beauty.|
|The pine and spruce dotted the rocky mountains and complimented the white snow background. It was a pleasure to walk in the woods. It holds a treasure of diverse unknown fruits, flowers and reptiles.|
|The look of the people tends towards Tibetan type. The children looked so sweet with the round face, I couldn't stop myself from clicking one snap.|
|The adventurous kind can have their piece of fun with activities like Paragliding, Zorbing, Rappling, River crossing (in Solang), Skiing (in Rohtang) and Rafting (in Kulu).|
|The waterfall flowed over the Shiv Mandir. The splashing water looked like a divine beam over the small temple. It was beautiful but we couldn't stay there for long since the water was freezing cold.|
|Our Campsite at Dhundi which is at 11000 feet. |
We spent one night up there, actually it was planned for two nights but due to bad weather, we had to refrain with just one night. The temperature at night was 2 degrees Celsius, chilling ha…
|In Manali, you can visit some Sightseeing spots like Hadimba temple, Vashishta kund (Hot water kund). You can get your snaps in traditional Himachal wear or sit on the Yak. You can also have a ride on Yak for just Rs. 100/-.|
|Rohtang Pass is at 13050 ft high. One can enjoy skiing, snow scooter ride, tube sliding. It was very beautiful with smooth white snow all around and clear blue sky.|
Wonderful place!! Do visit!!