ArHi Drabble l Wistful Reflections - Page 9

Originally posted by: Heavens_Flower

Res... I am here Nandkishore... huffing and puffing...

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Longing...

"I don't know what they are called, the spaces between seconds- but I think of you always in those intervals."

Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper

The heart, ache to console this soul

Her longing is deep and whole

The mind may provide reason to cajole

Her longing, however, knows no console

The pain in this mother's lonely heart

Her longing may never depart

The missing of a blessing may impart

Her longing another kick start

The blessing of a child is a delight

Her longing may very well alight

The hope for a child, though slim, is ignite

Her longing may very well vanish

The core of the journey of Revealed

Ruchi, your drabble had beautifully conceived

The fan fiction had surely unleashed

Real champions among us indeed

Originally posted by: rulama

Yes Ruchi... I am present too..😉

Ruchi... my first impression... damn good... you write so beautifully... If a story is in you... It has to come out...

As a drabble to Revealed... you have given words to Khushi's feelings... clear thinking made visible... Melancholy is as seductive as ecstasy... Its like toska... deep and powerful anguish which is discernible only when keenly observed... This was like a glint of light on a broken glass... Way to go Ruchi...👍🏼

Originally posted by: Arshi67

Manreet thank you so much for your warm wonderful words <3

I don't know about the many more though!

Originally posted by: Mirabell

I must res for my Ruchi
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Two emotions, sometimes misconstrued as not dissimilar - sympathy and empathy... The first makes a boundary known. I have always believed that sympathy was for some one else... It is a feeling for another with an awareness of that distance and separation for another.

That was not what I felt. Not sympathy.

I felt the tenderness in the first paragraph... The wonder and love for both, the boy and his mother. For that bond, that relationship between the one that made him in her and for the one who created that mother in her!

Then I felt that pang, that emptiness in that gaze... A longing and an awareness of that paucity in her own life. That pain was tangible. I felt it in my jaw as it tightened and in my eyelids as they blinked and in my throat as it tightened as well.

That longing wrenched my heart.

That is empathy! And that is, in my humble opinion, what your writing has evoked in me. That, to me, is the epitome of excellence in writing.

That ability to make the reader feel, breaking that boundary... Removing those differences between the narrator/writer and the reader!

What else can I say, except this... I am glad you wrote! I am grateful you shared and I am humbled.

Originally posted by: Arshi67

J! I love you too 🤗

It' very moving to know that my words have touched you so. Thank you 😳

I'm loving reading your thoughts on Revealed as you read it. Catch up jaldi, aapse baat karna accha lagega :)

Originally posted by: ...ASB100...

ILU dammit 😊

(I honestly am at a loss for words, but I hope you know how happy I am that you decided to take the plunge and post this. You're a wonderful, wonderful person, and I am so, so, so proud of you).

Originally posted by: chotidesi

There has always been beauty in your words, but this time... there was something truly powerful about them. They impacted me. And I'm sure that everyone who reads this will agree. You blended the melancholy with the optimism, the fulfillment with the emptiness. You wove two contrasting emotions and tones together in a way that made the reader feel both of them simultaneously, the way that people actually feel. Rarely are emotions black and white, but to depict that through writing is an incredibly difficult task.

Your words are beautifully strung together. You made me picture the scene, feel the rise and fall of the emotions. I had tears in my eyes and a tight throat. It was bittersweet. I can't find the words to tell you how you made me feel with this- I don't believe there are words in the English language that would explain. But I hope you know that it impacted me, deeply.

You've taken such a difficult, difficult topic- one that people like to avoid. They don't talk about it because it's not easy or comfortable to confront. Like most things that are hard, it becomes relegated to the fringes of our own emotions. But you have faced it head on, made your reader look at it in a way that is not only honest, but that encourages understanding. Your main character converses as if it were a conversation, one of those conversations that you dread but come out with a sense of... fulfillment.

The last line hit me hard. Absence, by definition, is the lack of something. But in that moment... it was so very present.

Usually, at the end of a heavy piece... I feel sadness. However, with this... I was left with a watery smile, and a deep, shaky breath.

None of these words adequately describe how I am feeling, and they feel like far too many. I hope you write more. You have a gift. And when you do... I will be waiting. :)

I love you always,

Your Choti.

Originally posted by: Chokri_ASR

"Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray." -Rumi

As a reader to reader I have been touched by your words on the many stories we have followed together, they in itself are woven together to narrate the tale perfectly presented by the writer. Then again as a writer, I have been privileged to have you as reader where your words have given me the strength and courage to continue down the path I have envisioned without any apprehensions. But now the roles are reversed, I am your reader, my dear writerji... yup you read that correctly.

You my love in this drabble, have captivated me to stand there along side with the woman as she goes through the myriad of emotions. It indeed was bittersweet... I smiled, I cleared my throat, I blinked my eyes but then I finally let the tears loose. The yearning of what could be, tugged at my heart and at that moment you wish you can change the past, the what if's to reality. Kash a child can miraculously jump off the swing and straight into her arms, to fulfill that wish... Kash...

Wistful Reflections will stay with me for a lifetime for so many reasons my love. I will cherish this... your first piece, you did it! This leaves me truly humbled and honored that my character inspired you to bring this heartfelt tale to life. It has been weaved so eloquently together with your words, that is sheer magic.

And I do hope you continue to share your brilliant talent through many more drabbles, stories or whatever you have to offer us. Because I for one will be lined to be right below you Hamesha!

Your darling always,

Jigs ❤️

Originally posted by: Eccentrica

Beautifully written, Ruchi.

The ability to convey in minimum words is a gift; it is even more difficult to achieve a profound impact on the reader, and you have done that with such finesse!

I read it twice before jotting down this comment, and cay say with conviction that Wistful Recollections is a drabble whose effect on the mind of a reader shall not recede; no matter the number of times he or she reads it😊