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**Well cared for, naturally, quietly.**
[Image by katerinavulcova from Pixabay]

The door closed and I didn’t notice

Stepping ahead on the stone pathway,

I walked and felt the sun rays.

When I opened my eyes,

Green leaves canopied above,

Blue sky peeped through the criss-cross

Mossy ground with musical wetness,

Happiness happiness happiness!

There in the heart of the forest,

Sun rays falling, were softer on a spot,

I went near and there I saw

It was so, for a little sapling to grow.

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Enshrined in Double Retirement

Posted on December 17, 2013 by Jagriti Rumi Bright Darkness Defeat Enshrined In Double Retirement Realised Room Stories Tunnel Warm Within

Flash Fiction

**Towards the warm and bright light.**
**[Image from Pixabay]**

I was sitting in my room in a dim mood and light. I didn’t see outside because I was too lost to think anything else. What was happening with me and why was it happening, sadly I had some idea about it, though I was dwelling on the part which was beyond my control. I was feeling cold but I didn’t move. And in some time I felt warm tears on my face. I didn’t rub my face and soon I felt the chill.

More than the failure it was me who made the darkness pitch black. I somehow just wanted to be in that dark tunnel. My room soon transformed into one and I felt cold. I accepted the defeat, I was surrounded by defeat. It was doubled by me.

Later, I felt something warm and bright within. I realised that because I accepted the defeat, it ultimately passed through me. I, at that moment, worked my way back out of the tunnel.

(The title is taken from Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre {only the title})

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I See You

Posted on November 24, 2013 by Jagriti Rumi Dreams Forever I See You Magic Memories Now Power Of Patience Silky

Where do I start I don’t know. There are so many memories and each time when I think of any particular one, a multitude of her personality traits leaves me overwhelmed.

Though, I am sure about one thing and it is about the end. I am sure that there is no end, there never was and never will be. Yes, she is not physically present here but I know she is everywhere. Silky!

My pet dog, my sister, my teacher, my baby, my Silky left me last year on this day, this month. And this whole year when she was not here, she was with me the most.

I met her in my dreams and I cuddled her and kissed her. She is so lovely and she is very happy. My mind allows me to cry but my heart laughs and tells me that she is right with me. And this leaves me laughing as well.

And my laugh tells me, Silky, that you are with me in me. Because that is you, spreading joy and love, that is you. And I thank you.

Words can certainly not express my feelings but can surely mirror some.

What are you? More than magic can define and less than facts will agree. You taught me what the power of patience can do. And it has done great things, silently. Your selfless love for everyone makes me wonder.

Who are you? A pair of excited eyes and one fluffy tail. Your wisdom confirmed it to me and my brother that you are a secret agent and that all the animals in the world are quietly working for peace.

How can you? Meditating day and night and each time glowing with intelligence. You had to hide from us but you wanted us to know and you did tell us but after you left. Very smart!

The answer is very simple. This is what you told us.

One part of me says that you left us too soon and one part of me meets you every now and then. Which one is right?

You told me that there is no wrong answer. You told me that there is one truth. You told me that blissfulness will prevail. You told me that I’ll smile.

I did smile. You were right. You are right. You are here, now and forever.

Please meet me when the time comes. Love you Silky!

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Rain! Rain!

Posted on November 19, 2013 by Jagriti Rumi Alive Clouds Colours Dancing Happy Musicians Nature Poem Rain Song

**It is raining music and the birds are loving it.**
[**Image by Lisa McCarty from Pixabay]**

Though I know it is not raining

I hope it did; I am carrying

Colours of life that I wish I could

Mix in me, and then surely I would

Live. Often do people say

‘It was raining on that evil day’

I hope they won’t, because they don’t

Understand rain. They don’t feel rain.

Rainfall is the dancing of clouds and

The song of the Nature. The land

Becomes alive and happy; ‘I’ becomes

‘We’, playing with the paper boats

And all the musicians taking notes

Rain rain, rain-rain.

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What A Fool Sees

Posted on September 30, 2013 by Jagriti Rumi A Fool's Way Doubt Happily Laugh Leisurely Life Stories The End Think Wish

Prose Poetry

A fool knows a fool’s way and not of the world’s. He may be right, we may be wrong, we’ll know in the end.

A fool knows that a smile costs nothing and so he smiles. We know that we have money and we can afford to smile.

A fool wishes for nothing and gets it. We wish for a lot, we get some and then we wish for a lot more.

A fool leisurely thinks while we leisurely doubt and because of this we doubt a fool and we think we think wisely.

And so the fool laughs at us and we laugh at him and our story ends here happily.

Photograph by Jagriti Rumi; Location – Tikarpada Wildlife Sanctuary, Odisha

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Lost And Found

Posted on September 28, 2013 by Jagriti Rumi Decision Fearless Letter Mind She Strong Together

Flash Fiction

**Together… fearless and strong!**
[Image by Céline Martin from Pixabay]

She had decided to leave and her bag was packed. Sitting on her bed she was just getting herself together to face her decision. She took a few deep breaths.

Her mind told her that she was doing the right thing and she appreciated it. But then it contradicted immediately and said loud and clear to her, ‘the road is tough and you are not.’

More thoughts flooded her mind – it isn’t what others normally do…who will take care of grandma…and a recurrent thought of failing.

In fact, her mind guaranteed it that she would ultimately, definitely fail.

She got up and moved towards the window. She saw little kids playing outside, happily and ignorantly.

Images of destruction, people crying for help, and dead bodies lying everywhere shook her once again.

The news channels always make it easy to remember the gross truth without presenting an actual practical answer, though options of ‘SMSing’ and voting are abundant.

She returned and said something to herself. Then she turned to see the mirror and said loudly, ‘I am doing the right thing…I can’t just sit and talk…I can’t…this is right…I know it.’ She took her bag and left her room.

Her grandma knew about her plan and though she had asked her to abandon it, at that moment she warmly hugged her granddaughter and said, ‘I am proud of you…God be with you.’ She kissed her grandma and left the house in a spirit to be the change.

She reached the camp with difficulty. Bad weather and landslides made it almost impossible.

All the people on the way kept telling her that she must not go. An elderly man even scolded her and asked her if she was trying to be daring or cool or trying to prove something to her friends.

He thought it was a joke for a young girl like her. She didn’t reply to him, she knew the man was hurt and maybe had lost someone in the disaster. She kept quiet and walked ahead.

After almost three weeks of no information, her grandma received a letter.

Grandma,

We are working very hard here, all as one, and I know your blessings are with me. I don’t cry, for we together. Fearless and strong. We are together in this Grandma.

When I return home, you’ll also have a younger granddaughter to welcome. Her name is Sheena. She is my baby sister.

Much love!

Sofia

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The Report

Posted on July 27, 2013 by Jagriti Rumi Earth Report Species

Gita came from some other time and some other place. She was here to understand the reason behind what happened, why it happened and how it happened. Astonishingly, it didn’t take her long to find the fault. She filed her report and returned back.

Place: Earth

Century: 21^st

About: Earth and its Inhabitants

I observed people. I observed a lot. The answer came quickly to me- a mad, blind, cruel race. There is a rush here on Earth; an urgency to finish one thing and to start another. At the moment materialism rules here and the motto of majority of the people is ‘more is good’. More and more of everything, no matter what it costs and what the result might be. 90% of the most advanced and intelligent species (Homo sapiens sapiens) don’t utilise their intellect and rather stay busy in following whatever they think should be followed. The other 5% remains occupied in taming the 90% through a monetary system and though they continuously rule the lives of the others they don’t like to show off or call themselves as Leaders, Monarchs, Kings etc., but prefer names like Bank Owners, The Elites, etc. They are probably of a shy nature. The last 5% of this species try to spread truth and equality but mostly meet a fatal end (especially if caught in the lime light).

The thing that I found silly, but which is actually very sad, is that this species has no respect for the very planet they live in i.e. the Earth. They are continuously ruining it, foolishly misusing it and most importantly they show no reverence towards the great planet. Almost all believe in a spiritual power or God (a name given to this spiritual power by them) but few believe in the magnificence of their planet. Strangely, they have faith in the unobservable but not in the observable.

I visited many places on this planet and I faced troubles almost everywhere. I noticed that the most gifted and talented are the young ones of this species but sadly they are not given much importance. Slowly, the society shapes them according to their norms.

Conclusion:

Earth is a beautiful planet ruled by the species Homo sapiens sapiens. This species is powerful but believes more in following blindly, in only dreaming, in talking, and talking more, and less in doing or acting (in the true sense of the word). They try to search for the Spiritual One outside and they know very little about the inside. The evolution has stopped so far and degradation has started instead.

The blogger wrote this post long, long, long back, and probably when she was feeling utterly hopeless.

Dear reader, check out the following posts to rekindle hope and joy within (you too may read it, o-me-from-the-past):-

Spirited Away and the Art of Forgetfulness

Paper-Light-Lemon-Fresh-Stories

Message from Mandarin D

The Old Fortune-Teller’s Special Offer

Ninety-Nine Times out of a Hundred

To The Moon and Back

Life-Affirming Pair of Socks with Three Holes in It

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Lost In La La La

Posted on July 22, 2013 by Jagriti Rumi Bird Bliss Blue Butterflies Dancing Joy La La La Lustre Remember

Flash Fiction

**Pink and blue butterfly.**
**[Source – Pixabay]**

La la la

I am dancing

La la la

I am laughing

La la la

Sky is clear

La la la

Life is near

La la la

Brightness in me

La la la

Lightness in me

La la la

All I see

La la la

Is the glee

La la la

I am Miss

La la la

I know bliss

La la la

**Bright day, said light blue shade.**
**[Source – Pixabay]**

Tiara was singing this weird song. She was hopping in the garden. The flowers were looking at her and so were a white rabbit and a caterpillar.

Lost in the present, Tiara was happy. There was no particular reason behind it. Everything looked beautiful, pure.

A blue bird was sitting on a tree near the garden. She had a message for Tiara. It was full of lustre. The blue bird thought it was time to deliver the message.

Tiara, who was without a clue about it, was blushing with joy.

Joy that brings a big smile on your face, that makes you peaceful, that stops your mind from thinking and time from running.

The blue bird landed on the lawn and Tiara took notice of her. Their eyes met. Tiara immediately knew what she was meant to know.

The lustre will stay with her like a fragrance; all she needs is to remember.

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The Better Way

Posted on July 2, 2013 by Jagriti Rumi Balcony Better Way Calmness Change Complete Folded Piece Of Paper Grandma Life Memories Message Old Book Photographs Smile Stories Thought

Flash Fiction

**Neatly folded and settled.**
**[Source – Pixabay]**

Kavya was searching for a book to read, only to pass that foggy evening. She was in her grandma’s house for vacation. Nothing but memories was left of her grandparents. A faint image entered her mind every time she thought of them- she is sitting beside them and her grandma is reading a book, they are on the balcony, soon she falls asleep, nevertheless feels the warmth because of their presence.

She was young now and restless. An idea came to her, she imagined herself sitting the way her grandma was sitting and reading, she felt that if she copied it she would get some of the serenity that her grandma had on her face. Strangely, Kavya could now see wholeness and contentment in her grandma’s eyes; calmness on her face; as if she is telling everyone to have faith…to believe; even the old monotone photographs of her grandma spoke the same whenever Kavya looked at them.

Finally, she picked a book and went outside on the balcony. Pulling a chair towards her she sat on it. She sighed…what for…she had no clue herself. Was it something in her life or was she simply missing her grandma? Maybe she sighed because we sometimes do, without knowing that we did.

There were two more pages to finish the first chapter, checked Kavya. She always did so. Kavya didn’t count herself in the category of the fervent readers, but among those who read because others read, because books are there to read and because they know reading is a good habit. There is nothing wrong with being in this category; it is just that you lag in one or the other way.

Trying to sit in a comfortable position Kavya got up and dragged the chair but while doing so she dropped the book. The book was old and some pages peeped out as soon as it hit the floor. ‘Oh!’ said Kavya. They say what happens, happens for the good. While placing the pages properly she found a folded piece of paper. Curiosity made her eyes big. She opened it; her grandma’s handwriting spoke to her. The words were few. It said ‘Just smile…it is the better way’ and under it were her grandma’s initials.

How quickly can things change, how strangely can people change, how fast the light passes in the darkness, right? Kavya couldn’t believe that she was suddenly full of happiness; spirited to do anything. She looked at the piece of paper once again and said, ‘Thank you grandma…thank you so much.’ She got up and left the balcony.

Indeed, Kavya didn’t finish that book but then she had something else to complete. The old book is back on the shelf but the message is with Kavya, which will stay with her forever.

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