FF - Moonbeams on the Sea..Update 30/11 Pg 6

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Dawn

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Posted: 16 years ago

#21

Hats offf .............Skep .............you rock ........... this part was touching .......... loved it .......

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Posted: 16 years ago

#22

hey wooooow..👏👏
u must keep ur ideas with u.. and go to channel color join MOHE RANG DE .. iwrite the screen plays then in one month mrd will b number one show....its mind blowing

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skeptical

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Posted: 16 years ago

#23

D_I and Abby,

Thanks. Will update shortly. Do read and continue to do so. 😉

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Gagori Chatterjee

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Posted: 16 years ago

#24

I hv to give you a standing ovation on this Skepti👏👏😳..Wonderfully written...While reading it I was actually imagining the entire flashback sequences😳..superb work.👏..do update fast😳

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skeptical

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Posted: 16 years ago

#25

Yes Jo I will update either tonight or by tmrw. Today I shall sit up and scribble out my thoughts. 😆

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skeptical

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Posted: 16 years ago

#26

Well, here is the next part of the story. I can see many ppl have visited
the pages to view, but very few have left behind their comments.

Please acknowledge
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Part 3

I went down to the dining room. No one was there.

It was early in the morning and everyone was still asleep.

Since Grandma was a late riser now, the household help took it

easy too. It was such a slow paced, peaceful life here!

I thought I would take my morning walk through the woods.

These were my very own enchanted woods. A never ending

stretch of verdant trees. At least that is what it seemed

to an eight year-old girl.

I took the little path that made its way into the green. There was

a slight nip in the early morning air. I rubbed my arms to ward off

some of the chill. I continued with an easy pace.

How many times had I walked here as a child? Innumerable times

with Grandpa. His tall but frail frame, his silvery hair rather

dishevelled, the grey shawl that was perpetually across his

shoulders, the pair of specs on his hooked nose and a book

in his hand -All were etched so vividly in my mind. His brain

had forever chewed on words and ideas.

"A writer," he would say, "needs to create 'picture -words'. He must

lure the reader into the world of his creation."

He would become pensive at times, lost in his thoughts and I

would trail him, my little rag doll in my arm. In his book were

several jottings. His small verses. His pieces of prose. His

passages and essays. His observations - of life, of nature and

of providence. After Grandpa's passing away, this book came

to me. It was the thing I treasured most in my life.

Somewhere in my little forest, was a lotus pond. Beautiful pink

and purple lilies bloomed there. I never dared to venture alone

beyond that. I had been given strict orders never to try to be

too adventurous.

Grandpa once told me the story of a little girl who lived in the

forest. How she would sit by the lotus pond and sing sweetly.

The birds would twitter in chorus and the bees and dragonflies

would hum in unison. The forest would fall silent when she

would begin her lilting song.

"Grandpa, have you seen her?"

He nodded, "Yes!"

"Then could I also see her?"

"Yes of course you can."

"Where? Tel me -------"

"Close your eyes."

"Then how would I see her?"

"With the eyes of your mind."

And I would do as he said. But I wasn't a very imaginative

person.

The pond was home to so many birds. On one particular day,

we walked to the outhouse. It had been built so that my

grandfather could sit and write without disturbance.

There was a well near the tiny house. It was so like a wishing

well. I remember making wishes and throwing pebbles into it

hoping my wish would come true. To one side was a wooden

bench. We were sitting there when the wind picked up.

It kicked up dust that swirled around in circles and slowly moved

forward.

"Look, the little girl is running away to her home in the forest.

She is picking up her skirts in order to run," I laughed.

The skies were already getting grey as clouds gathered. We got

up and took shelter from the light showers in the garden seat

beneath the boughs.

How strange! While most birds made their way to their nests in

the trees, a flight of birds seemed to come to the pond. I got up

to take a better look. Grandpa continued to write in his book.

He told me not to go too near the waters.

I walked towards the pond. The small droplets of falling water

sent ripples through the surface. Some ten to twelve pristine

white birds settled there. They were slightly bigger than doves

and were definitely shining with silvery tinsel. A few fluttered

their wings and arose. They flew towards me. As I looked up to

see them, they flapped their wings above me. And silver dust fell

all around me. I was spellbound. I turned round in the brilliant

light and spread my hands to catch the spray of silver. The birds

veered away. In the growth of tall grass on the other side of

he pond, stood a figure. Who was it? I couldn't make out very

clearly.

The figure retreated a bit and hid once again. I heard a footfall

behind me. I turned around. "Grandpa, did you......"

What a shock I got! A strange tough looking man was standing

there right before me. He was untidily dressed and was holding

his forehead. I could see blood through his fingers. I was aghast.

He came towards me. I noticed his eyes. They were cold.

I shrank back. I tried to scream for help but my voice seemed

to be stuck. I turned around and my feet carried me as far as

they could. I was racing blindly towards the other side, anywhere

to get out of the man?s clutches. The other figure near the

water's edge, stepped out into the open. It was a woman.

I was sandwiched between the two. She came forward. Her red

skirts swishing about her legs and her anklets jingled as she

quickly sprinted towards me and yet away. I heard the man's

loud grunt, "Aargh!" I was tired and so I stopped running. The

man was nowhere to be seen when I had the courage to turn.

I saw the woman looking to me. Her dupatta covered most

of her face while one end was caught in her fingers near her chin.

I tried to look through the folds of material that hid her face.

There seemed to be no face at all. She stretched out her hand.

It was not to attack, of that I was sure. On her wrist, she wore

a thick gold bangle that was studded with diamonds. The white

birds descended on her hand and perched. She caressed their

wings. Her hands seemed to be sparkling. She began to walk

away. "Wait," I said. But she didn't seem to hear. I looked at

her quickly retreating figure.

"Keya.....Keya, where are you?" I could hear my grandfather.

"Coming," I answered. I went back to the well and the seat where

Grandpa was writing.

"Look, Grandpa - my hands are shining with silver!"

"Keya, there is nothing on your hands." The rain had washed

away the traces.

"I saw a man. A horrible man. His forehead was bleeding. And

there was that woman. She owns those beautiful birds."

"Keya, there's no one here. Come, I think you're hungry.

Let's go home and have a nice meal. Your grandmother must

be waiting for us."

I remember this incident so clearly even today. I could never

convince my grandparents that I had seen a man with a bleeding

forehead and a woman who seemed to have no face. But they

were there. They were there alright. I walked back to the patio

of the main house. Grandma was sitting there, her stick in

her hand, her chin resting on the handle.

"Good morning," I wished my grandmother. "Let me make you a

nice cup of ginger tea."

"I'm happy you have returned, Keya."

" So am I.. so am I."

We sipped the refreshing tea. I needed to ask my Grandma about

the birds. They were not always seen. We could spot them only

sometimes. No, only I could see them.

Please continue reading below. Some typing errors have occured. Sorry

Edited by skeptical - 16 years ago

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Dawn

@Dawn Idol

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Posted: 16 years ago

#27

Bravo 👏 .............Skep .............This is MAGICAL man ..........

Keep it up ................. is offers us great respite from the torture crap being shown right now ..................

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skeptical

@skeptical

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Posted: 16 years ago

#28

Sorry about that. Some typing errors started occuring on the previous page . Here is the remaining.........

Part 3 (Contd)

"Grandma. Do you remember how I had seen that woman in the forest

years ago? I am not a child now. But I can tell you quite honestly that

she was not a figment of my imagination. Silver dust was sprinkled on

me by those lovely birds. They were right above me and as I looked up,

they dropped the tinsel on my face and hands. I can remember it so

well. I was full of tinsel. On my face and my arms. But the rain washed

it away." My story did sound weak and childish. "That is the truth,

you know."

"Yes Keya, stardust did fall on you my beloved child." Gran smiled.

I sighed and looked away. "It's no use talking about it. I can see

you don't believe me."

"I do. You see, the dust that fell, fell into your eyes. And since then,

your eyes have an added sparkle. The violet flecks are no longer there.

Your eyes have turned a silvery grey. Misty eyes. Eyes that are gifted

and which can see more than others."

"You are speaking like Gramps. And may I remind you that your eyes are exactly like mine."

"The colour may be the same. But mine are not clairvoyant, yours are ….."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"There are so many things that you can see and feel. So many things

like the birds who come to you, people who see you and react. Madan

and I both couldn't understand it. You are special Keya, indeed you are,"

she touched my cheek.

And I couldn't stop the lone tear from streaming down my cheek.

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Gagori Chatterjee

@jyoti06

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Posted: 16 years ago

#29

Oh woww Skepti this was the best part among all till now👏...Keya seems to b indeed a special girl...😳...how well u r describing Keya's childhood and the bleeding man and the female without a face which she saw while roaming with her grandpa in her childhood😛...Is it a figment of Keya's imagination or something real which is hard to believe??😳...So this part also takes this suspense forward😛...

Outstanding job Skepti👏👏...do continue soon😳..I hv become a fan of your FF now😳

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skeptical

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Posted: 16 years ago

#30

Originally posted by: Dawn Idol

Bravo 👏 .............Skep .............This is MAGICAL man ..........

Keep it up ................. is offers us great respite from the torture crap being shown right now ..................

Thanks D_I.

I hope you've read the continuation too. My original story ran into several pages. But for the FF I've cut it down to size and tried to keep the pace brisk yet interesting.

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