Seven Hues- A Drabble Series Complete Page 39 - Page 31

Hi there

Iv been meaning to read ur drabble series all mnth but iv been waiting till i could devote myself to reading it all in one go.
Which iv just done!

Ur concept of the colours is unique. Each colour having an association with the 3 different characters, certain moods and emotions and vivid imagery. The reader drawn into each one so cleverly.

The layout made it appear to be poetry to me. As a life long poetry devotee; thats always good visually.

For me the green and laila perspective were pure envy and jealousy.

The blue equalled Heavenly.

Each piece has been arresting in its own way evoking specific imagery and emotions.

The red evolving into having a totally different meaning for rudra.
He is being compelled against his will to now visualise it as symbols of thier marriage and not bloodshed and death.
His inner conflict is clear.
Just Incredible.

... This-

Fresh tears spilled out of her eyes, as she saw in front of her, the women of her own village, gathering around her, taking her earrings off one by one. She saw them weeping, and saw how they took off her necklace next. She saw herself screaming, begging them to stop, but it seemed no voice fell on their deaf ears. She saw them moving her hands to break the red glass bangles. She saw them making her dress in the indigo, that was now going to be a permanent part of her life.

... Touched my heart deeply.
An asian bride is ritually pampered beautified decorated and adorned for her groom. Making her feel like the most special girl in the world.
But now suddenly, the opposite is happening. against her will she is being pillaged and stripped of all her wedding finery to be forcibly dressed as a widow. It surely must feel as ugly and as violating as being raped and i felt like a shamed bystander.
It reminded me of the scene from PREM ROG with padmini.
a film i love still.

Maybe for this emotional attachment iv made, its the reason why Thats the stand out paragraph for me in an astonishing series full of quality writing.
Full of Many stunning last sentences.

Im last to comment here i notice. So i dont know if u will see my post but i hope u do and i also hope ul send me links to ur other work please!

Yet again, im so impressed to find another wonderful writer

Thank u

Samina

Grey

I actually had to stalk your posts to get this link.

Loved this series.

Khushi and dominatrix?? 😆

I liked Grey the most! Do keep writing!

Firstly, kaan pakadke sorry for reading this so late. I know I'm a bad dost. Sowwy !

I'm finally here! Sorry for reading so late!

Originally posted by: nifty-nia

I'm finally here! Sorry for reading so late!

Its so nice coming back to your stories. Even though I haven't gotten around to properly watching Rangrasiya I have an idea about the show in bits and pieces and I loved this drabble.

My favourite was Grey. Even tough grey is usually associated with dullness or with the grey shades of humans like you mentioned in the drabble, yet it was the sweetest of all the colors. And I just loved that contrast. It was the only one that made me smile ^_^

With red I had anticipated you'd write something passionate, like usual. But I guess you don't do usual. It was passionate but on a completely different level and I liked that about it.

Same goes for Indigo and for the rest. The best part about this series was the depiction of colors. It was age old and yet completely new!

Like all the rest of your writings, this one rocked too!!

Originally posted by: _SenbonZakura_

Blue

The skies. The skies had definitely changed color since she came into his life.

But what he felt when he looked at her was far from the clarity of the blue skies that the desert was so used to.

No. She looked more like the beautiful mirage he saw every second day, travelling on the barren sands, patrolling.

Every time he would look at her, even for fleeting seconds, he'd feel it all to be too surreal to exist.

He'd be reminded of how mirages worked.

How the glistening blue of water would just appear out of nowhere, giving you promises of quenching your parched throat and relieving you of the burn inside your body.

Yet, as soon as you would reach it and try to touch it, the blue of it all would just disappear, mocking you. Regarding you a complete fool for even believing in the first place that such serene blue could exist.

That she could exist.

Maybe he was in some deep slumber, or Coma from a war, and his mind was dreaming about the existence of a woman so beautiful, divine and perfect like her.

It was all a vivid dream, where he would be allowed to drink her in as much as he would want, to satiate the thirst that he had been nursing for a lifetime.