Monday, March 12, 2012

thought bubbles

something I wrote ages ago...


There was a blind boy who would sit by the plant in his garden talking to it, listening to the bird on the plant respond to his words with its own sweet song and thinking that it was the plant that was conversing with him in its own floral language. And then one day the bird flew away. The boy talked days and nights to the plant just to be met with a stony silence and a deaf ear. Not even a whimper or a bark from the bark. And he spent his entire life thinking that plants are strange moody beings….
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There was a girl whose only wish was to sit in a bus…a double decker bus…more specifically, the upper berth of a double decker bus with both the window and her hair all open…the cool breeze caressing her face…her favourite music playing through the earphones….smiling away to herself…looking at the world outside just move by her window….and going across the world….from town to city to village annd back over and over again….just her, her window, her music, her bus and any and everything inside it….But she never did so….for she did not know what she would do if the bus were to ever run out of fuel….or she were to run out of songs….
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8 comments:

kray said...

running out of songs... scary thought, that.

Shivani Gakhar said...

So did you finally ride the double decker bus?
:)

Neelam Prabhugaonker Shetye said...

@shiv: yessum :) in Bombay...and that too the first seat on the top deck... :D

Neelam Prabhugaonker Shetye said...

@kray: yeah, almost like running out of breath...or thoughts!

Shivani Gakhar said...

nice :)

Unknown said...

These 2 are definitely candidates for short stories. nice wordings.
I wish I could elaborately describe the feelings and emotions...

Unknown said...

she were to run out of songs….
a scary thought!

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