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Saturday, 13 October 2012

Such serene moments...


She lay there, among a cascade of sheets, hands behind her head and ankle carelessly crossed; Days old red nail-polish chipping off.  The fan whirs above too loud for the quiet that surrounds her, the lights too harsh for her seemingly serene moments, the atmosphere to formal for her casual posture. She sits in a place too unlike herself… too formal. Her mind is another place to be, nothing like her posture or the décor around; it’s mayhem of thoughts, a turmoil of ideas replaced every moment, flipping out of grasp, exploding volcanoes of colors, rainbows of events, chaos of recollection. Such serene moments.

-Momina.

8 comments:

  1. Beautiful! Exceptionally beautiful!

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    1. Thank you Joy, It's always a pleasure to read your feedback! :)

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  2. I love this piece it is so skilfully written, it took my interest in the first line. I hope she was not dead?

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    1. Thank you very much! No not dead, if that'd be the case, I don't think her mind would be such a place to be! :)

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  3. what matters is these are serene moments :)

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  4. I really liked reading this. Your descriptions were captivating.

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    1. Thank you Meehad! Hope to see your comments again.

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