Monday, November 07, 2005

And so it is

The morning light was about to stream through the swaying branches.

As she closed her eyes, she remembered the same wind fluttering about her hair and stroking her face. The gentle moments of those mornings came back to her. The light softly playing on her eyes, till they got too harsh. The harshness bringing back to her how everything was not always what it seemed at first.

The morning mist was about to start clearing away for everyday life to take over.

As she opened her eyes, she felt the biting wind ruffling her hair and nipping at her face. The icy moments of those mornings came back to her. The light now clearing away the mist, till the ugliness showed. The ugliness bringing back to her how there were always two sides to everything.

The morning moments were about to become history once again.

As she turned around, the wind was flowing and moving to her movements. This was the moment and the morning was here. The light flooded her world, till everything was familiar. The familiarity was the same but the feeling was different.

The morning was here now. To stay.


39 comments:

rusty said...

You close your eyes and the mind conjures up heaven. You open your eyes and they confront hell. You turn around and take it in your stride ....cos so it is.There is no choice....is there?

feminine expressions said...

how exquisitely you capture our eternal suspension between mistiness and harsh edges, between yesterday and today, between the Unconscious and conscious, between dream and reality, between heaven and hell...

Casablanca said...

Why is everyone doing morning posts? Am I the only one who hates having to wake up?

Shubhodeep said...

beautifully written, as usual!
(btw, ive put up some haikus on my blog. do check them out)

Bidi-K said...

And so starts a brand new day.. Sometimes words do capture the feelings.. yours certainly do.

Bidisha.

Prerona said...

:) hope. fresh. young

bluegreenflysplat said...

yeah. so it is. it's fucking awesome to be back, A.

Ash said...

In a strange way I found this eerie

jason evans said...

Mist collapses the world and infinitely expands it with the same chill breath.

Anamika said...

Mist is beautiful.There's hope that something great lies beyond...the light takes it all away.Well said.

Brood Mode said...

u have ushered in the day so beautifully...

Phoenix said...

Hope...sublime, crystal clear...

The two words that came instantly to ym mind were GOOD MORNING..a meant, heartfelt exclamation.
If Miss Morning herself reads this description of her welcome by you, she'd fall for u!:P

Jokes apart, as usual, amazing post.
The n'th dimension of thought!

Rohit Talwar said...

nice blog! btw english, august is my fave book!

finnegan said...

This hints at fate.

chaos said...

bliss ... reality... stillness... fresh...

Cecilia said...

Dreamy. This one gave me the goosebumps.

Aristocrat said...

Morning...haha, I did a morning post before too. Mornings make such dreamy and reflective subjects eh?

I would have love your story more if you used more imagery haha. I'm an addict to imagery!

. : A : . said...

rusty - The choice lies in what you see and how you see it.

feminine expressions - Thanks for 'seeing'.

Casablanca - I am sure you are not. :-)

Shubhodeep Pal - Thanks. Will have a look.

Kaushik-Bidisha, Brood Mode, Phoenix - Thank you.

Prerona - :-)

bluegreenflysplat - Welcome back in your new avtaar!

Ash, finnegan - In a way it was meant to.

jason evans, chaos - Thanks for your thoughts.

Anamika, Rohit Talwar - Thanks for dropping by and commenting.

Cecilia - Glad you could relate.

Aristocrat - They certainly do.

gulnaz said...

the beauty of mornings is fleeting yet enough to give hope...another lovely post!

>|' ; '| said...

yin and yang...the morning will soon turn noon and then fade away to the bliss of dusk and the helplessness of the dark; only to return the next day.

bert moth said...

You do so well at juxtaposing times of a familiar essence. This gave off an eerie sense, as her thoughts were kept at a distance. Very enjoyable.

Lorena said...

i love this reflective piece. i am also one to think of the fragility of moments like this and i can see myself here in this morning. lovely as always.

Mrudula said...

It reads like a well composed photograph.

Ram said...

when i tried to fit an image to your words, felt like seeing a lonely tree on a roadway, swaying to early morning misty winds.

Manish Chauhan said...

So the morning finally dawns over after the rollercoaster.... Nice abstractions. I find that one doesn't always have to look for meaning in nature, it comes to you as a whiff that you can't mistake.. Nice One......

NicoleBraganza said...

reality rarely lives up to our dreams.

mermaid said...

First of all, loved the title. It sets the stage for your writing. There are two sides, two ways to everything. To see both is a gift that does not come easy.

Zee said...

i love the crispness in these words. i want every day to begin with moments like these.

Mrudula said...

Yes, it is always grey, never black or white.

Silvermoon said...

Although I'm a nightowl, that's irrelevant for appreciating the exquisite beauty of your post. I like the light touch of your writing like the mist brushing her face with dew droplets.

. : A : . said...

gulnaz, Ô¿Ô, Lorena, Mrudula, Zee, Silvermoon - Thank you.

-Poison- - And the circle continues.

Ram - I like the image that you have brought up. Partially close to what I was seeing too.

Manish Chauhan - Thanks for dropping by and for your comment.

Nicole Braganza - True.

mermaid - Thanks. I really liked the title too and a lot flowed from it.

Hope said...

incredible

J said...

A, u must write a book if u havent written one already. I'll buy it blindfolded! :)

Mriganayanii said...

hey , know what? i found this eerie too !

. : A : . said...

Hope - Thanks.

J - Soon, soon. It's in the pipeline. :-)

Mriganayanii - That makes it three.

Prat said...

Whats is it with mornings - beggining to hope or finding shattered hope?
Umm...I like the warm sad feel of this one.

Prat said...

Whats is it with mornings - beggining to hope or finding shattered hope?
Umm...I like the warm sad feel of this one.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

It's a place I go too sometimes, the safety of my head untill reality creeps in

. : A : . said...

Prat - There are always two sides.

Sue hardy-Dawson - Hope reality is good to you.