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The Whisperer

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Source: Painting by Mary Maxam on DailyPainters.com It was one of those days when the body seems to have lost all its energy, no longer willing to make simple movements like standing, sitting or doing anything at all. It just lays there…. lifeless yet full of life. I sat there as still as water and as silent as a night, staring at the ceiling, lost in my own thoughts. My head ached thinking there was still so much to do… a long list of never ending work that had to be completed by this apparently lifeless body. Ahhh!! It had been a long tiring week, shifting a home is exhausting for both, the soul and the flesh. From planning on packing, wrapping the whole house, moving to a new place to settling in… a task that literally drains all your energies in every way possible. It was the same for me… shifting to a new place in all the hustle bustle was beyond exhausting. The process of moving is kind of like the start of a new life; you look forward to your future yet feel
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The Journey of Life

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(Painting By Jeff Rowland) Part 1 I reached the station just in time… moving in ahead and away from the crowd, as I scurried towards my cart. I quickly grabbed the handle and entered the train. The attendant guided me towards my seat as the driver gave the last call before departure. My heart sank as the train started moving; the air was filled with voices of joy, sadness, farewell and excitement. But all I could hear was the riotous sound of the horn, the clank of the wheels on the track and a distant whistle announcing that our journey had finally began. I was travelling to the City of Palaces &  Nawabs , my sweet hometown where I had begun my own journey of life, a beautiful place that has a magic of its own.  I was both excited and looking forward  to this journey, but at the same time  the thought of spending 7 hours sitting in  the same spot bothered me. I had spent hours working, looking after my house and family but to sit idle
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Final Chapter: The Flame of Life

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Continued.... I gradually opened my eyes…. feeling relieved to be able to see again, a little blur but at least I could still see. I looked around …. observing my surroundings but all I could actually see was pitch dark . “How strange…   I was so sure that I hadn’t turned blind, yet it felt that I had forever been sightless.”   It took a few hours that felt like forever till I could see again. But what was there to see? Nothing I hadn’t seen before…. I was used to these purple bruises encircling my eyes and painting my body now and then. I imagined these bruises as beauty marks, pretty shades of cosmetics that covered my ugly, worthless, and pitiable body. I remember the night I stepped into my second home, leaving behind my family and what little I had. It was the first time in my young life that I had seen my present and future even darker than a night. The moon and the stars had vanished from my life; it seemed they had faded away within a murky void…. an emptiness
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