Death Talkies: Wheel of Time [Apr/04 P66] - Page 32

Originally posted by: sri_4

hey sookie!!

i will be busy with my studies for next few months so i may comment late on u r death talkies n u r FF's -grim/infinity/colours etc,,...if u ever update them😆 ,,,,,hope u understand n wont mind..but please do send me Pms..will read when ever i get time n will try to comment,,,

sri:-)

Originally posted by: olive_green

umm 🤔

i will - i will

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no.
why don't you write about clouds, rainbows, summer rain, snow flakes, autumn leaves, spring, the beautiful sound of a massive river, the instant when ice melts and falls, the instant when the bird chirps in the morning, when the clouds lift off the hills, and a ray of sun hits a spot, and you see it from the other side, the fresh air, the stars, unicorns, butterflies, healing a wounded bird and watching it fly, the smile of a small child....love!

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off to chp. 4 now

Originally posted by: spln

welcome back, you too missy! - from the dark abyss you have allowed to slip away - at least on paper :D

that was a pretty read - not jolly - just like - reviving from death! and i'm glad u didn't get ideas about why rising from the near dead was after all such a bad idea for the comatose-struck!

ps: was this sanjeevani? green (aite, if u insist) AND pink? (i can't think of any other hospital as familiar!)

to see darkness is an oxymoron indeed - in theory that's obvious - the first and only time i saw it for a physical fact (or felt it appropriately) was in the mammoth caves - the tour guide said if u think uve seen absolute darkness, try this - and it was - the kind where u can sit for ever and ur eyes will never accustom- cause it it is indeed- absolute darkness!

aito, im crashing off now - glad about the change - u see, unlike a certain miss-changes-her-identity-oh-so-often (also on this page) i hardly insist u write out of character stuff - out of your char that is ... just make sure its still u writing, not a morose side carried away!

cheers,
nj

Originally posted by: olive_green

Yes, I think. It's going to be a glorious morning too.

exciting.

:)

waiting...

Originally posted by: Sur_Singhania

beautiful....and really dark...really- embracing darkness is something of an experience...everyone has their own reasons- but strangely enough once u get 2 know it, its not scary...

great writing

thanx for the pm

Sur

Originally posted by: Prasanthi

Hey Sookie!

I am here :D. Hmmm....after the little chat we had, how can I be away from this till night :P.

This was a change very simiar to the night growing towards the dawn. I must say it is a very good breather. Thanks for the pm.

Ps: I know you cannot be away from writing too long. For this, I am glad.

Author's Notes: I am writing this because I was asked (I personally call it harassed) by Kiran and Aria to write something "mushy" and "cute" and "romantic". This is the result or actually my first try at it. Reviews are welcome and so is critiquing. (Its damn hard to write a non-dark story or a normal story without being preachy. I don't even know many words which suit these kinds of stories and not to mention exhausts my brain.) Alright, move on.

Incubating Memories

Vermilion silk duvet slithers across her naked back as she turns around to settle on her stomach and her head snuggles deeper into pastel shaded pillows and she lets out a contented sigh. If this were to be a scene from a movie, one would have easily concluded as a sensual one. But as I watch her from this windowsill, I see her as a reflection of my dreams. An errant strand of hair lies innocently across her dimples of her cheek which is slightly stretched resulting in a tiny smile which reminds me of a pair of bow and arrow. I remove that errant strand of hair from her face and run my index finger across her cheek. Her tiny smile grows into a deeper and one and the elation which runs in my body is magnanimous; she recognizes my touch even in her sleep.

With her, eternity is only a heartbeat away.

When I had proposed two years back, she had flat out refused. It had crushed me and she looked devastated. I wasn't in a condition to meet her eyes whenever our paths crossed. When she could not take my avoidance anymore, she had lifted my face to hers and forcefully made me look into her eyes.

"I did not say no. I said not yet."

She dropped my face and walked out from my house. The next time our paths had crossed, I had smiled at her and asked her to have dinner with me. Her wide smile which crinkled around her eyes and sudden relaxation of her shoulders had indicated that I had acted wisely.

Time spent in any way with her, was immemorial. I wasn't going to let my pride get in the way of my happiness.

My second proposal was a colossal disaster. Every possible thing which can go wrong had gone awry. I was sincerely hoping that my drunken stupor and screaming "I cannot live without you, so marry me woman" standing on the bar with my shirt gone would be forgiven. She did forgive me after punching my face and giving me the silent treatment for few weeks.

Those weeks were hellish and she ensured that if my day was going any better, she would turn it back to hell. I suppose I deserved that. A few weeks later when we were dining with our friends, she joked about my proposal and her absolute refusal and tugged my cheeks and spoke in a baby tone. I was forgiven but her cheeky description of her refusal had still stung.

It was my atonement.

We had established a sense of comfort between us. Silences only meant acceptance of companionship and occasional fights on personal behavior only meant residual discomfort. And during those times, we learned a bit more about each other. Maybe she did have a point while refusing me back then.

"Third time is a charm", my mother had nagged me when she visited me. I had simply shrugged.

It did not matter to me anymore. Or so I consoled myself. Her words "not yet" gave me solace and a tiny ray of hope. Maybe tomorrow she will be ready, every night I told myself.

I screamed like a five year old girl when I saw her face close to mine as soon as I opened my eyes after a good night sleep. She was going for a romantic-morning-wake-him-up routine which had gloriously backfired. Of course disappointment of her plan not working did not stop her from cackling like a lunatic. I still had had sheets drawn up to my chin, my eyes wide and chest heaving while she collapsed next to me laughing away merrily. Once she had calmed down, she sat up and smiled.

"Marry me today."

And I did.

Sookie