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Posted: 15 years ago

Originally posted by: olive_green

Will be back after the read

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my favorite bit has to be,
The flush green landscape covers the blackened soil that is identical of those with the intellectual soul who walks on the cemented pathway amidst the grass. They are indefinitely stuck in an oblivion unscathed by acceptance and fantasy.

that was strong and to the point.

here's a random question, so who is judging these people? and what's to say its even true? Is is possible that there has been an err in reading?



I am commenting this in the end because I needed sometime to think before answering your questions. Your question is not random but is very much tied to the piece.

Its me who is judging a bunch of people because I am trying very hard not to be like them and its making me fail in my role everyday.

When people take decision about other people in the lines of choosing a product because of its flavor or brand or just the way it looks, the whole system collapses and I lose trust in people's judgment. This drives me to be the cynic I am today, not believing in anything and questioning everything.

The first few words basically summed up the state of mind I was in. "Honor and honesty have no real meaning..." Its possible that I have made an error in reading people around. But past few years have taught me that I am right in my observation.

I might have digressed a little, but did it answer your question?
Edited by Sookie* - 15 years ago
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Posted: 15 years ago
Call of silence

I look at him sleeping on his stomach, a newspaper cutting clutched in his hand. It's hard to take my eyes off the serene scene in front of me. His violin lay next to him on the bed, like an old lover. In a way, it was his old lover. I run my hands through his hair and he doesn't stir. I had met him in an old music store couple of years back. I was searching for a melody which I had heard on my way to work and had been searching ever since. It was hard to search for a just a tune, I had realized after a few weeks. But the nagging feeling hadn't left me and made me pursue my search even more vigorous than before.
The store was sandwiched between a popular deli and a supermarket. A friend had advised me to go there and talk to the owner. "He has hung around for a while", my friend had said.
There he was, in an old music store, tuning a violin and did so with so much of fervor and intensity that I felt as if I was a voyeur looking a very intimate moment. I stood there until he finished his task and tested his work by playing a lullaby.
He had looked up, gave me an inviting smile and asked me if I was searching for something.
I had replied - "Not anymore."
I hummed the tune which had taken a permanent residence in my head and looked at him expectantly. He shook his head but played me something else. I was okay with that.
After that we went for coffee and few weeks later we went on several dates. After three quarters of a year, I moved into the apartment where I am currently standing and staring at his sleeping form. It has been a wonderful year for both of us.
Once together, we had searched numerous music stores for the melody which I was searching. It had become sort of our thing.
He wrote music, I listened.
He just wrote and I simply listened.
When he played violin, I could not do anything. With that music, whatever I felt was everything and nothing; it was like sky diving and scuba diving at the same time. One minute there is so much energy and the next there is complete void. I never got to define what that feeling was. It just was.
I see his sleeping form and smile fondly. I wonder why everything is so unkempt around the apartment; newspaper cuttings, CDs were out of their cover and music sheets lay all over the place. I want to move around and start cleaning the place but something is stopping me from doing it. I wonder why.
There is a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I feel an oddity surrounding the air and a feeling of dreadfulness washes over me. What is wrong?
I see that there is a music sheet right below the violin and few notes seem familiar. It takes only a moment for me to realize that it was exactly the same tune I had been searching for couple of years now. The elation in me makes me cry in joy and I start shaking him out of his sleep. He doesn't budge however the newspaper clipping which was clutched in his hands flutter out and fall beside his hand.
I am surprised to see a picture of myself in that clipping. It was my obituary which was published three weeks back. I collapse on the bed and let tears fall, silently accepting my fate.
The melody lay forgotten.

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Posted: 15 years ago
hey sookie*
another great story or say tragedy..
love the way u experiment with different themes..
this time its MUSIC..wow!!!
loved to read u r one-shots at any time of day..cos they make me think n think and my day seems to be filled with lot of work..but still i dont understand them sometimes..
anyways..
thanks for effort u take to write these beautiful stories..
good wishes..
have a great day..
and do PM me when ever u update any story..
sri:-)
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Posted: 15 years ago
Reserving my space. Will be back

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Sookie!! for once my friend, I was angry at you! 3/4ths of the way into the piece and knowing this thread- I started getting a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach- it evolved to a nasty churn by the time I reached the end. Why oh why? so much sadness? I ask. I wished she were not a spirit but alive- as much as there is beauty in that- there is greater in life- sigh! I felt so sorry for her. I almost feel like this thread and my experimental AR piece are at two ends- thematically. Would you agree?

Getting back to my random question, yes you have answered my not so random question but one that was tied to the post itself. Now that you explained what prompted those thoughts, it makes much more sense than a broad generalization in which case, it may even be unfair as I was prompting at. Even if I realized it was based on some real experience, I was looking at it in a different way. Thanks for reply.

Edited by olive_green - 15 years ago
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Posted: 15 years ago

Originally posted by: sri_4

hey sookie*
another great story or say tragedy..
love the way u experiment with different themes..
this time its MUSIC..wow!!!
loved to read u r one-shots at any time of day..cos they make me think n think and my day seems to be filled with lot of work..but still i dont understand them sometimes..
anyways..
thanks for effort u take to write these beautiful stories..
good wishes..
have a great day..
and do PM me when ever u update any story..
sri:-)



Hello Sri

Yeah, its a tragedy. It was written a long time ago. I thought this one was pretty straight forward?
Thanks for your appreciation.

Have a nice day.
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Posted: 15 years ago
hey sookie..when i read it 1st i thought its a sweet story but it seems rather sad..
She just went on admiring him sleep..how cute..
Their meeting was nice..she was searching for tune and when she entered the music shop he was playin it!..thats just the right time..n then they went out..sweet..
but she died..n he still rmbrs her..thats why the tune lay there..and he also had her pic wid him..hw sweet..
but too bad she's gone...
thnx 4 d PM
do write more
-aish
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Posted: 15 years ago
wow! even though the name of he thread is Death Talkies, i guess i was just so caught up in reading your next piece, i forgot that. And that's why i didn't expect the ending. That's how it should be i guess, with the oh-i-didn't-think-of-that kind of ending. the description was marvelous, and it was short but sweet.
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Posted: 15 years ago

Originally posted by: aish_punk

hey sookie..when i read it 1st i thought its a sweet story but it seems rather sad..

She just went on admiring him sleep..how cute..
Their meeting was nice..she was searching for tune and when she entered the music shop he was playin it!..thats just the right time..n then they went out..sweet..
but she died..n he still rmbrs her..thats why the tune lay there..and he also had her pic wid him..hw sweet..
but too bad she's gone...
thnx 4 d PM
do write more
-aish



Thanks for your comment Aish. Yeah, too bad she is gone...
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Posted: 15 years ago

Originally posted by: Mridhula

wow! even though the name of he thread is Death Talkies, i guess i was just so caught up in reading your next piece, i forgot that. And that's why i didn't expect the ending. That's how it should be i guess, with the oh-i-didn't-think-of-that kind of ending. the description was marvelous, and it was short but sweet.



But given the theme, shouldn't you always expect it? :-)
Thanks for your comment.
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Posted: 15 years ago
@Sookie. you have a way with words. and i can't argue with what you have said although not many people would be able to draw that parallel, i have to applaud you👏, In my point of view, death decorates life when it arrives.The beauty in your piece exists in living in the life altering moment of two people which is actually ending of two individuals and beginning of a couples' life. Where as I, write about ending of a ifetime of two people.

a couldn't agree more with -
In my point of view, death decorates life when it arrives. The biggest difference between our two threads, is a clear blue sky and an overclouded one- or as you said- Like a dark attic in a brightly lit house. Notice how, you started with the dark attic and I with clear blue sky, I guess that sums up the difference in approach between these threads. Why an AR experiment, because when I started it out, it was precisely that, and unlike all the pieces posted so far, not everything necessarily needs to be brightly lit blue :) and also because I am experimenting with different ways of writing, both in that thread as well as my ff..

nothing for today? I think I am getting used to reading something from you everyday :)

I know the theme of this thread, but still- it was too beautiful not to wish, she were real and just a dream!
Edited by olive_green - 15 years ago

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