Jagriti Rumi

Evanescence

Flash Fiction

**The fragrant memory!**
[Source – Pixabay]

Just like the fading fog, that fragrant memory faded away.

Summer holidays and not so hot day, lying under the tree I peeped endlessly to see the sky. There were no clouds but now and then few birds crossed my vision. As the sun made me close my eyes, I tried to concentrate on the green leaves of the tree but instead I fell asleep. I dreamt happy and bizarre dreams, Alice like dreams. My dreams were colourful, the child’s world.

Just like the fading fog, that fragrant memory faded away.

Sitting on the study table and with the dull words stubbornly standing in front of me, my mind’s eye tricked each word and I soon reached the future. My future was always perfect – my clothes, my career, my life – everything just smooth and beautiful; boundless time to have fun with friends, family and a special someone. But when my mind’s eye met the alarm clock on the table, I quickly re-entered the tedious world of the textbooks, giving in and apologising, only to trick this world once again.

Just like the fading fog, that fragrant memory faded away.

It is raining and I am standing near the window, watching droplets join each other and run away. My mind is full of umpteenth things but I am lost, lost as I look at someone walking with an umbrella, fighting the rain and the mud on the road and I think about this unknown person. Though the unknown person has left but the thought remains. I take a sigh and decide to get back to work but I keep standing there.

Just like the fading fog, that fragrant memory faded away.

Living far away from my loved ones, I feel empty. Before tears fall, my mother calls and I say hello with a smile.

A funny incident that happened in college and how it became the topic of every discussion in my friend circle makes my eyes wide and I joyfully jump back in time.

Also, when I think about the moment when I said ‘Ciao’ to others and their comments and walked on my path, doodling something on the notebook and then closing it feeling my ears getting hot. At this moment someone definitely calls, someone definitely comes and talks and talks and I forget. I simply forget! But it comes to me every time I am alone and every time I just move forward.

Just like the fading fog, that fragrant memory faded away.

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Likewise!

Posted on April 8, 2014 by Jagriti Rumi Drab I Know Likewise Now Numb Poem Screams Smiled They

Poem

**The path I took…**
**[Image by Gudrun Becker from Pixabay]**

When I said, “I don’t know”

They said, “Hah, but we know.”

They don’t know me at all,

Standing up on the wall,

They look down at me and shout,

“You are dying silly, lookout.”

I tremble as the screams hit me,

Drab and numb, says my graphic tee…

I tumbled, tripped and hurt my toe,

But I stood up and decided to go.

I smiled and said, “I know now.”

They said to me, “But how?”

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Shadow Told Me

Posted on April 4, 2014 by Jagriti Rumi Fiction Happily Life Observation Shadow Suddenly

Fiction/Observation

**Shadow spotted a birdie.**
[Image by J Rumi]

Shadow doesn’t like to take bath at all, the wet hair confuses him, he licks himself but still remains wet. This is what Shadow told me.

Once Shadow was happily sitting in the veranda then suddenly he saw something in the garden… and then, Shadow ran towards it. But before he could see it properly, it flew away. Shadow’s Mamma told him that it is called a birdie and that they can fly. Shadow now notices the birds all the time, they fly in the blue sky and vanish, sometimes they sit on trees and sing. Some sing sweetly and some talk ceaselessly. Shadow likes them; this is what he told me.

**Lalaa-la-laaa, sings Shadow.**
[Image by J Rumi]

Two words that Shadow used – ‘happily’ and ‘suddenly’ – somehow looked magnificently beautiful to me.

Whenever he talks to me, he uses these two words a lot –happily and suddenly. He is happy to get a yummy lunch and then suddenly he jumps from one place to another and again becomes happy. This superb cycle of being happy and then having a sudden emotional change and then in the end being happy again…wow! Amazing life!

When there is a sudden change, one can feel anything like anger, hunger, excitement, retirement, sleepy, weepy, and more; the best part is you will be happy again. This is the kind of life Shadow lives, he doesn’t know it, he doesn’t need to know because he is simply living it. Shadow is happy at the end of the day!

**“I too am flying… wait birdie…”**
[Image by J Rumi]

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My first visit to Kinnaur

Posted on March 25, 2014 by Jagriti Rumi Breathe Kinnaur Mountains Terrace Farms

It is amazing how the wind playing with the clouds and the green mountains humming a tune makes you dizzy. The water gushing madly in the river scares you but when you go a little closer to get humbly splashed, you feel revived. And if you get lucky, do spend some time on the terrace farms; take a notebook and crayons with you, even if you don’t know how to draw. Because the greenery all around and the blue sky above you will make you want to draw. Then lie down there and breathe.

Dusk

Posted on March 16, 2014 by Jagriti Rumi Dance Dusk Golden Colour Golden Light Hum Melody Poem Silent

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**A silent melody!**
**[Source – Wikipedia]**

Can it be that I reach there

Where the golden light changes into golden colour

And bold red and deep orange strokes

All over the night full of violet stars

Hum together a silent melody…

Where I breathe cool wet air

And dance dance dance…

Then I dip my hand in the sky

And a pink sparkle snake

Shines and merges with the violet stars…

Where it is quietly blue and silver,

Where the golden light changes into golden colour

Can it be that I reach there?

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Definition Destroys

Posted on March 9, 2014 by Jagriti Rumi Definition Destroys Dreams Macro And Micro World Mystery Rhymes Perfectly Sky Walking

I am walking, I am sky walking.

There are beautiful colours around me, pink mostly. Sometimes the softness in the atmosphere changes into wetness which after inhaling makes me happy and light.

I am also holding an umbrella, it is black in colour. I open it and I am dragged backwards by the musical wind. I am laughing and loving the moment. With my flying umbrella, I spin and float here and there like a leaf.

I always wanted to be a leaf, I am serene.

Keep dreaming, keep living, freely.
Image from Pixabay.

I read somewhere that ‘definition destroys’ and I think I believe in it. This is this and that is that has never worked for me, only feelings have.

Defining simplifies things, yes it does and makes things understandable, but it also makes things complex and difficult… all the definitions of the macro and the micro world does not help in resolving the problems, the inequality in the world.

Though necessary, it often becomes too confusing and an indigestible half-baked fact.

To define is to confine; actually, I don’t know but it rhymes perfectly and rings true.

I just hate it, this definition thing, the most when dreams are analysed so as to reach a definition. Please, let us keep our dreams as a mystery for the mystery on our smiling face in the sleeping state continues.

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Quoting Satyajit Ray

Posted on March 2, 2014 by Jagriti Rumi Satyajit Ray Stereoscope Tagore

‘In those days, the only laxative we had was castor oil, which made me want to throw up. There was nothing but quinine pills for the treatment of malaria. As a child, I could not swallow pills whole. Once, before a visit to Dhaka, I was obliged to chew some quinine pills. Even after all these years, I can feel its horrible bitter taste lingering in my mouth. The arrival of capsules in our lives has made us forget how awful the taste of medicines can be.’

Awful medicines have made us dependent on them, weakening our inner strength and making us dull. We choose this and that medicine instead of trying to improve our unhealthy routine. Look at the table beside your bed, the refrigerator and the cupboard and think about it.

‘There was something else to help me pass the time. It was an amazing contraption called a stereoscope. Many families possessed one in those days but now this Victorian invention cannot be seen anywhere.’

The stereoscope looks amazing.

‘My mother and I had gone to attend Poush Mela, a festival held annually in Shantiniketan every December. I had bought a new autograph book, with a view to having its first page signed by Tagore. I went to Uttarayan one morning. Tagore took my autograph book, but said, ‘Leave it with me. You can collect it tomorrow.

We returned the next day. He was sitting at his desk, which was piled high with letters, various pieces of paper, books and notebooks. He began looking for my little purple autograph book as soon as he saw me. It took him nearly three minutes to find it. Then he handed it to me, looked at my mother and said, ‘He will understand the meaning of these words only when he’s older.’ What he had written was a short poem, which is known to most people today:

It took me many days, it took me many miles;

I spent a great fortune, I travelled far and wide,

To look at all the mountains,

And all the oceans, too.

Yet, I did not see, two steps away from home,

Lying on a single stalk of rice:

A single drop of dew.’

(Excerpts from Satyajit Ray, Childhood Days – A Memoir)

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The Rose That Wished For A Smile

Posted on February 24, 2014 by Jagriti Rumi Smile

I want to walk a mile

And paint a smile

Every mile…

When I go away

I’ll smile the whole way

Seeing smiles every mile.

Are You Going To Scarborough Fair?

Posted on February 14, 2014 by Jagriti Rumi Cosmos Earth Humming Music Ribbon Scarborough Fair Smiling Brightly Sweetness Walking

Observation

**Vincent Van Gogh, *Field with Poppies*, 1889**
**On the way to Scarborough Fair…**
[Source – Wikipedia]

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

The melody flows like a stream of water breaking the dryness of the earth, silently and smoothly.

Suddenly you are in a colourful and sweet world. And you listen for the first time to the rhythmic world and you realise that life is not heavy but it is light as a feather. The feather dances.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

By now you are humming and hoeing and weeding. This is what you want to do in life, with lots of time to sit under a tree, half sleepy, looking at the clouds you smile.

This is what you wish for, once you reach the Scarborough Fair.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

**Vincent Van Gogh, *Poppies and Butterflies*, 1889**
**At the Scarborough Fair!**
[Source – Wikipedia]

And now you paint… after seeing so many colours you begin playing. Red hands, orange hands, yellow hands, green hands, blue hands, indigo hands, violet hands – you have given birth to a rainbow.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Remembering that good old vision of the future and a memory of the past, all you actually need is a smile in the present.

While walking I realised that the Earth is walking and so is the cosmos, this jamming made me happy. The sweetness and the warmth and the lightness of this real and tangible feeling took me to the Scarborough Fair.

All I can say now is that I am swaying with the wind and smiling brightly. There is a ribbon, long and beautiful and silky, it is also swaying with the wind and smiling brightly.

You’ll find it too when you go to the Scarborough Fair.

**Vincent Van Gogh, Poppy Field 1890**
**Swaying at the Scarborough Fair along with the poppies.**
[Source – Wikipedia]

Listen to the blissful track – Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel – that inspired the blogger to write this post.

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The Sugar Diary

Posted on February 9, 2014 by Jagriti Rumi Cake Chocolate Doughnut Muffin The Sugar Diary Too Much

Day 1: I am very positive about maintaining a sugar diary. This way I can keep a check on my sugar intake. I have to reduce some kilos here. Today I ate- three chocolates, two muffins, one doughnut with chocolate syrup, one bar of chewy sugar candy and two packets of Oreo.

I am eating way too much of chocolaty things, I have to replace it with some fruits and juice etc. Yes! I can do that plus from tomorrow I’ll be going to the gym. All the best to me!

Day 2: Gym is a very tiring place and I didn’t like it that much but I am thinking that I’ll carry on. Today I ate- four energy bars, two glasses of milk shake, three packets of Oreo and a piece of cake.

Yes I admit that I added chocolate syrup in everything and that I also ate chocolate flavoured corn flakes but I am willing to give myself space, I need time. I have read somewhere that it takes a lot of time to control the sugar addiction. At least I am trying. Being aware is the first and most important step.

Day 6: I am not counting the weekend days because I didn’t follow the ‘routine’. It was Grandma’s birthday and we had a party. It was amazing…grandpa surprised everyone by making a cake himself…isn’t that sweet.

And yes I am being liberal with myself. I’ll do better from tomorrow for sure.

Day 7: I am fasting today.

Today I ate- Milk and corn flakes, banana-almond shake and mango shake.

Day 9: It is not going good. I have never mentioned what I eat other than the sweet stuff and now when I see this diary I feel so bad that I eat so much other than the regular food.

Day 11: I’ll fast today because I am not going to the gym from last few days.

Day 13: I am not regular with this diary, maybe that’s why I am not able to follow the diet chart I made for myself. From today onwards I’ll make it compulsory to write in the sugar diary whether it is the weekend or someone’s birthday or whatever. And I’ll not mention anything else except the sweet food items because I have to control my weakness for sweets only. From tomorrow I’ll join the gym again, mom will be coming with me. I am positive!

Today I ate- three chocolates, two muffins, one doughnut with chocolate syrup, one bar of chewy sugar candy and two packets of Oreo.

But I’ll improve from tomorrow, I can feel it. It’s a promise!