Drabble 2
They discussed movies and books and drank a lot of coffee. She loved him, dreamed about him. He once said he loved her. She wasn’t sure of it now. They never held hands, never sat for hours looking into each other’s eyes. ‘Isn’t that a part of being in love?’ She wondered. She had a million questions- for him, for herself and others about Love. She always tried to make sense of his each move and once asked him, ‘Do you really love me?’ He just smiled. ‘Now, What does a smile mean in love?’ She was back to uncertainty.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
1
Drabble is a extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.
Tried out one. Don't forget to count the words!
She looked at her wedding ring and thought, “It’s all over”. They had no choice but to part their ways. She let out a sigh as memories filled her mind and tears filled her eyes. More tears ran down as she removed the ring from her finger. She walked to the study silently. The door was half open and lights on. She was firm with her decision and felt she was ready to speak to him. She opened the door, stood in silence. She wasn’t ready for what awaited her. All that she saw were feet that hung in silence.
Tried out one. Don't forget to count the words!
She looked at her wedding ring and thought, “It’s all over”. They had no choice but to part their ways. She let out a sigh as memories filled her mind and tears filled her eyes. More tears ran down as she removed the ring from her finger. She walked to the study silently. The door was half open and lights on. She was firm with her decision and felt she was ready to speak to him. She opened the door, stood in silence. She wasn’t ready for what awaited her. All that she saw were feet that hung in silence.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Who is sHe?
I have been very much influenced by poetry. Mostly shayaris. I have made an effort to write a few as well. To those who do not know what shayaris are, those are mostly Urdu and sometimes Hindi quadruples. The most common themes being love, separation and life.
I came across a blog where the blogger’s identity wasn’t disclosed. The blog had hundreds of shayaris. I was deeply impressed reading the various themes reflected, the language and the gracefulness in which the shayaris were written. I wish I could share with you the link but unfortunately the blog is now open only to selected readers.
There was some kind of a smooth flow and seemed to make things so easy. Like everything was so pleasant in the world and there is nothing beyond hmmm.. ah! I fail to even express my feelings in a mere sentence and that person so carefully and beautifully has knit lovely poems out of his feelings (lovely is an understatement).
I have rarely been influenced by a person to THIS extent!
Anyways, I was overwhelmed by the way it was presented and started liking the anonymous writer and for some reason assuming it to be a HE.
One of my friends thoroughly enjoys poetry. He writes some great stuff and is too humble to consider himself to be good at writing.
I shared the link with him as it was something of his interest too. I glorified the poems to an extent which might have seemed unreal but I had a reason! It WAS that good. My friend enjoyed it very much. (Stress the ‘very’)
We were so swayed by those writings that we spoke to each other in similar tones for a few days. Sounded filmy to be speaking that way on a daily basis.
Coming to the point why I wrote this post was, after reading the poems in the blog my friend texted back to me and said, “Whoever it is, she is a complete person, the most beautiful of them all.”
What struck me was, he assumed it to be a SHE. There was nothing so evident in the blog to have implied by either of us that the writer was a male or female. I asked my friend as to why did he think that it was a ‘she’. A shrug and he said he assumed it to be a lady and it didn't strike to him that there is another possibility. I had a similar explanation. It dint occur to me at any point that it could've been a lady.
I still am in search of an answer. Any inputs?
I came across a blog where the blogger’s identity wasn’t disclosed. The blog had hundreds of shayaris. I was deeply impressed reading the various themes reflected, the language and the gracefulness in which the shayaris were written. I wish I could share with you the link but unfortunately the blog is now open only to selected readers.
There was some kind of a smooth flow and seemed to make things so easy. Like everything was so pleasant in the world and there is nothing beyond hmmm.. ah! I fail to even express my feelings in a mere sentence and that person so carefully and beautifully has knit lovely poems out of his feelings (lovely is an understatement).
I have rarely been influenced by a person to THIS extent!
Anyways, I was overwhelmed by the way it was presented and started liking the anonymous writer and for some reason assuming it to be a HE.
One of my friends thoroughly enjoys poetry. He writes some great stuff and is too humble to consider himself to be good at writing.
I shared the link with him as it was something of his interest too. I glorified the poems to an extent which might have seemed unreal but I had a reason! It WAS that good. My friend enjoyed it very much. (Stress the ‘very’)
We were so swayed by those writings that we spoke to each other in similar tones for a few days. Sounded filmy to be speaking that way on a daily basis.
Coming to the point why I wrote this post was, after reading the poems in the blog my friend texted back to me and said, “Whoever it is, she is a complete person, the most beautiful of them all.”
What struck me was, he assumed it to be a SHE. There was nothing so evident in the blog to have implied by either of us that the writer was a male or female. I asked my friend as to why did he think that it was a ‘she’. A shrug and he said he assumed it to be a lady and it didn't strike to him that there is another possibility. I had a similar explanation. It dint occur to me at any point that it could've been a lady.
I still am in search of an answer. Any inputs?
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