Lessons Learnt

#5

Someone reminded me recently- “You should take risks Anjana, life is too short not to!”, he had said.

So, thank you for reminding me.

“A boat is safe in the harbour, but this is not the purpose of a boat”- Paulo Coelho.

Vacation(A-Z Blogging)

The sun shone down and the the sea slowly lulled me to sleep. The sand stuck in my swim suit made me feel ticklish all over. My book was lying open on the sand beside me. I stretched and yawned. Sea gulls circled above me and the blue sky reflected the sea beneath. Time seemed to crawl by and I slowly succumbed to ennui.

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FSF: Sunshine

The dust motes danced and twirled in the rays of sunshine peeping through the curtains. Like an endless array of scattered thoughts, they were eternal. Golden thoughts, too far away to reach out to but near enough to catch an enticing glimpse of. Detachment reigned the air today. My eyes looked on with an expression of fascinated boredom. And I waited...for the numb existence to cease.

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FSF-Stength

The gun was still pointed at Jean's temple. The sweaty, bearded man had begun the countdown. Ten....Nine.... He had only ten distinct seconds to make a choice, to reach a decision.

 Eight....Jean was breathing heavily, blood slowly crawled on its downward journey from a gash on her forehead.Her life slowly seeped from their home without any regrets.The musty twang of blood hit his nose hard. Fear, and a faint glint of...hope?! darkened her eyes.
Seven....Six...The butt of the gun now pressed against her temple. Sweat dribbled down its owners face, the brows set, the mouth forming hard lines of stubbornness.
Five...The silence bulged with a cacophony of palpable emotions. Flies swatted near the mans head.
Four....The air hung still, prominent detachment silently took its place.
Three...His throat was dry. Breathing grew difficult.
Two...He moved. Sheer strength of will made his decision. He moved a step and fell on his knees, defeat slumping his shoulders.

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FSF:Ache

Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks, silently but persistently. And still she didn't make a sound. Liana knew what the five year old had suffered through her life. Her loss would have driven any adult to the depths of depression. Gathering the little darling in her arms, she kissed away her tears and cleaned her grazed, bleeding knees. Finally she held her close, as close as she could, to let the little girl know that she wasn't alone, but she knew the ache was still buried there and would never really go away.

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FSF:Frozen

Her breathing grew heavy and fast. She was cold, but she was sweating. The sheets twisted to form a binding hold on her body. A snake twisting out the final breath of its prey. She felt trapped. The bed creaked. Her arms thrashed wildly, fisted hands convulsed at her sides, the nails dug into her skin making permanent marks. NO...her whimper hardly above a whisper. She screamed and shot out of her bed. Her legs barely supporting her. Gasping for breath, forcing herself to breath normally. After her heart stopped pounding, she forced herself to think. It was only a dream...no a nightmare. A nightmare forever etched into her mind. Frozen eternally in a corner of her mind best left alone.

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