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Friday, September 20, 2019
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Monday, September 16, 2019
Looking down the road one last time before I walked away, I noticed that the city had become engulfed in a dense fog. Cold winds from the north were already rocking the city and hardly anyone was venturing outside.
The streets and the shops wore a deserted look and most of the shops were closed even though shops around the station stayed open till late everyday to cater to the crowds that disembarked from distant town to make a livelihood.
Looking at the meandering river which flowed next to the road, the river looked so cool, refreshing and it seemed to call me out. I wanted to hop off and walk barefoot on the green grass and slip into the river to drive away the coiled up stress. Rivers always had a free and untamed look to it and it always seemed to hold me under a spell whenever I ventured near.
Looking at my own reflection on the still waters made me realize where once stood a young man now I saw a white haired wrinkled man who had the haunted look in his eyes.
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The streets and the shops wore a deserted look and most of the shops were closed even though shops around the station stayed open till late everyday to cater to the crowds that disembarked from distant town to make a livelihood.
Looking at the meandering river which flowed next to the road, the river looked so cool, refreshing and it seemed to call me out. I wanted to hop off and walk barefoot on the green grass and slip into the river to drive away the coiled up stress. Rivers always had a free and untamed look to it and it always seemed to hold me under a spell whenever I ventured near.
Looking at my own reflection on the still waters made me realize where once stood a young man now I saw a white haired wrinkled man who had the haunted look in his eyes.
Friday, September 2, 2016
Fleeting Moments
Waking up
from the deep sleep, I looked at the empty bed and wondered if it was just a
dream. The wrinkled bed sheet, pillow that seemed lost in the corner of the
room and the bed covers seemed to say otherwise. Throwing the bed sheet off, I
sat at the edge off the bed at looked out the window. It was a misty morning
and the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. Electricity poles, town
lights and small houses started to turn off their lights as the night lowly
turned into day.
My body was
stiff and muscles sore from the events of last night. Looking over my shoulder,
I called Mary out loud yet the empty house just echoed back my inquiring voice.
The room was once more as empty as it was the previous day and wondered what
happened and what my next course of action will be. Getting out of bed, I walked
up to the window and looked out. Even at this early hour, a sea of humanity had
started to flow past the window which I am gazing out of.
Breaking my
gaze from the lost souls wandering below, I wandered down to the kitchen. The
coffee machine in the corner was happily brewing away a pot of coffee. I stared at the half filled coffee pot, lost
deep in a hypnotic trance, the hiss of steam and the ripples as the drops of
coffee fell into the liquid below.
Images of my lost childhood when I was carefree floated in my mind. Time
and images slowly floated by and my mind became agitated as I saw my present
life unfold before me. Gritting my teeth, I drained the coffee mug, got dressed
and stormed out of the house to cleanse my mind of my troubled past. Time flew
by and one moment blended into another as I tried to forget my past. Life
slowly lost all color and became shades of grey. It was as barren, rocky,
desolate windswept plain as my mind and heart had become.
Picking up
the phone, I called up John to pick up the art works which had been lying in
the attic for what seemed like a lifetime. The guy who had come by to check the
paintings had quoted a decent enough price to tempt me to make the call. Time
rolled on and the afternoon slowly turned into evening. I found myself at the
museum at the newly acquired paintings on display. A tinge of sadness passed
over me as I realized the memories came alive as I relived each and every brush
stroke.
“Countless
years spent together. Yet, trust and a relationship once nurtured with care
gone up in smoke in an instant. You know I drew that painting and the subject
is you when I first saw you running down the alley after a kite which was
floating away. That day I knew you would be mine one day yet never foresaw the
day when you would run off with another man. If I only knew that I would find
you here, I would not have come here myself.” I mumbled as I quickly walked out
of the room and into my car.
In the now
empty room, a woman walks up to the painting and looks at it as if for the
first time. She glances at it as if she remembers the bygone era. Running down
dusty lanes, knocking down bicycles, chasing chickens that were eating grains,
running through clothes hanging on clothesline, getting chased by dogs and
people while the eyes were glued on a stray kites falling towards the ground.
The oil paints had faded as time had taken its toll except for:
Fleeting
moments
One caught in
time
An image like
a shrapnel blast
One that
lingers for a lifetime
Pain that
stills the heart
Warmth gone
Chill remains
Bitter
moments flow thru the veins
which seemed
freshly penned. Running down the hallway, she pushes the door open only to see
a car leaving the parking lot. Sinking to her knees, memories of a failed
marriage, guilt that she just couldn’t shed, bitter words which she promised never
to utter, flowed through the tongue flawlessly which had receded into the dim
corners of the mind all but forgotten, rushed headlong into her mind. Time
passed by as the bright afternoon turned into evening. Leaning her head against
the glass door, she felt lonelier than ever. The sound of a matchstick striking
against flint and the smell of cigarette smoke snapped her out of the daze she
was in. Her eyes widened with fear as she realized that she wasn’t alone in
this empty museum as she heard a click of hammer fill her ears. Turning around,
she felt a bone crushing pain as darkness enveloped her.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Four Rambling Thoughts
1.) At times I wish the Google+ site had a comment section like the one we had at Multiply or the "Write Post/Share Photo" option of Facebook. This site is good and seems to suit alot of folks, yet if this sites borrows a few features from other sites like Facebook then more users will probably start using it on a regular basis and hopefully pose a challenge to FB one day.
2.) Does anyone else feel or has observed that many folks are lacking common sense and social etiquette when interacting with others? Take a look around and you'll see that folks have a short attention span, short tempered and have a hard time interacting with others.
3.) The days are getting cooler and shorter. Winter will soon be upon us. Sooner or later, quilts, jackets and sweaters will be pulled out. Peanuts will hit the market sometime in December and other winter vegetables will follow soon.
4.) Time and the change it brings is the only thing constant in our lives. Events happen. Some minor and others major occur in every persons life. Some things are life altering events like birth of a child or death of a family member. How much have you changed in the last decade?
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2.) Does anyone else feel or has observed that many folks are lacking common sense and social etiquette when interacting with others? Take a look around and you'll see that folks have a short attention span, short tempered and have a hard time interacting with others.
3.) The days are getting cooler and shorter. Winter will soon be upon us. Sooner or later, quilts, jackets and sweaters will be pulled out. Peanuts will hit the market sometime in December and other winter vegetables will follow soon.
4.) Time and the change it brings is the only thing constant in our lives. Events happen. Some minor and others major occur in every persons life. Some things are life altering events like birth of a child or death of a family member. How much have you changed in the last decade?
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Monday, August 29, 2016
Ship In A Storm
Groggily I woke up from the deep sleep whose tentacles refused to let go. Still under the sheets, my arm crept out from under the bed sheet, groped from the snooze button as the radio blared out some song as the faceless voice moaned about the changing weather patterns and sudden storm which might hit the town in the night. Failing to switch it off, I stuck my head out and looked at the world through my bleary eyes. Not liking the world view, I hid back under the sheet and hoped that it would get better the next time I stuck my head out.
Getting out of the bed, I wandered around as if in a daze to the dining table to pour myself a shot of whiskey. Nursing my only constant companion these days, I lifted the mug, took a long sip and then poured myself another shot. Looking out the window, I see a vast forest that seems to stretch for miles upon miles. The activity in the small trading town some distance away is in full swing and I can hear the dim voices of men in the street. As my gaze drifted to the wide body of water in the bay, I see a ship had pulled in. The phone started to ring madly. Picking it up, I said “Hello.”
“Sir, Captain Cook is unavailable for todays journey. It seems like he had a run in with some wild beast and lost his hand. Could you step in his place for todays journey?” Asked a nameless voice from the Shipping Corp.
A short time later, I found myself at the pier. The ship which I had seen from my home loomed ahead and I stopped momentarily to marvel at its huge size. Anchors were being pulled in and it was being untied from the dock. The crates and barrels for the outward journey were being tied down and the crew was in a mad rush to leave before the storm hit the island. A whistle and then a holler broke the spell and I hurriedly walked down towards my own ship. The crew was in full force and someone hollered for me to hot foot to the cabin as the ship was pulling anchor and heading out of the bay.
The waters were getting choppy and the ship was swaying and heaving even though the crew tightened the ropes and the goods. A storm was brewing and the harbor offered no safety. Anchors were raised and final calls were made. The sails soon caught the easterlies and became taut. As the ship start to move away, I felt my lungs draw a deep breath of the salty air and I felt alive once more.
Time passed by and the land we left behind became a distant memory. The ocean stretched from one horizon to the next and there was no land in sight. Looking upwards, I could see nothing but a few stray clouds as they floated past the bright sun which seemed to blind me with its light. The screech of the sea gulls which ebbed and rose seemed never ending, yet seemed to break the deadening monotony. The ship rose and fell as it tried to ride out the storm and the creaking sounds from the hull below my feet made me wonder if it would last this storm.
Lightning flashed in the distance and one could hear the gentle booming thunder even over the waves which crashed against the hull. The rolling and churning clouds made their way from one end of the horizon to the next. I really don’t know how much time passed by, yet when I came back to my senses I noticed that the wind had died down. There was utter silence all around. A sailor in the crow’s nest was hollering while the sailors in the sea water swept decks were barking and cursing in return. It was still pitch black outside and it started to rain heavily. The sudden downpour soaked me to the bone.
Minutes turned into hours and not even a speck of god forsaken rock appeared on the horizon. Looking up, I saw a pale yellow moon appear on the horizon. Turning around, I made my way to the cabin for a shot of whiskey to still my beating heart which seemed to beat so hard as if it wanted to pop out and seek shelter elsewhere.
Upon entering the room, I flipped the lights on. Total darkness prevailed yet my hand persisted in flipping it back and forth hoping the lights would come on. Down below, I felt the generators kick in and the intercom blared that the hull had been breached and the pumps are on. I felt the ship tilt to one side as it struggled to regain the balance yet failed. I lit the hurricane lantern and hung it in the corner. The constant swaying of the ship was starting to make me uneasy and I grabbed whatever I found nearby to steady myself. As I neared the intercom, I flipped it on and asked for a status update. The future looked grim as we faced certain death as I started to pray to all the Gods I knew.
The darkness began to clear as I groggily regained my senses and claw back from the nameless horror pits which I had been dragged to. I woke up after what seemed like many eons with every inch of my body screaming with pain and I slowly started to sit up. I was wondering where I was and what happened to the ship. A sunken vessel with debris around it drew me as if I was in a trance. There were small school of fishes and at times a lonesome shark swimming in and out of the open port holes As I near the deck, some memory ignites and I realize that this sunken ship was my own. The ship which was once proudly sailing the seas was now lying on the bottom of the sea, its sails tattered and torn, its hull breached and the crew dead. As I floated around, the cabin door which had the company emblem gently swings in the currents as if inviting me to enter. As I swim past, the dead crew seemed to look out wanting an escape which they’ll never get doomed to be trapped in this watery grave till eternity.
The heavy knock on the door and the persistent loud voices woke me up from a horrible dream. I woke up with a gasp as I realized that it was early in the morning and the sun was burning away the last remnants of the dream I was caught in. Sweat was pouring down my face and into my shirt which was soaking wet. The dream was so persistent that the visions seemed imprinted into my mind forever. It seemed to pursue me into this world as I toppled backwards and fell out of the chair.
Opening the door, I saw my Bill standing at the door giving me the puzzled look. Drawing the ship port curtains aside, I saw that the city life was in full swing as the ship neared its destination. As time wore on, the lingering effects of the dream faded. Time flew by, I felt the ship dock at the pier, heard the loud curses as the ramp was lowered and help was ought to unload the shipment. Taking a horse drawn carriage to the city where I grew up, I left for shopping district hoping it will be tame compared to the dream I had. The first thing which I will be doing is hitting the well maintained children parks so that I can use the swings and slides for a few hours to dispel the persistent dream.
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