Important..please read before continuing

The more serious posts are at the beginning of the blog. I ran out of good topics and started doodling :P
Unfortunately, they aren't written as well as the later posts. . .
Your choice

PS: It surprises me, how I have to validate every single thing I do. I mean, there was absolutely no reason for me to write this note, and even less, to write this postscript, or the postpostscript, that i will write after this one. Maybe, I do not like being misinterpreted. or maybe if there's any criticism that needs to be dished out, i'd rather do it myself.Or maybe i'm just a megalomaniac who wants to be all encompassing and always in a position to say: 'I told you so', even if the 'so' is some inherent flaw in me :P

PPS: Or maybe i just have too much free time, writing long posts to an imaginary audience. . . .

PPPS: Wait, that would be megalomania. . .

Thursday, March 28, 2013

The Savage

"Why ?"
I know, it sound's like a very stupid question to ask, and more pertinently,  a very stupid way to begin any statement. Generic. Fatalistic. Like I said, stupid.But I can think of no better beginning, to anything, and everything.

Deep breaths.....Drenched to the bone, freezing, disoriented... It stumbled, gaining confidence and strength, rising to it's feet, it shook it's head and looked up at a grey sky. It's breaths were still laboured and rasping. It wasn't disoriented anymore, but more confused than ever.
"Why ?"
It spun all around, mind a blank, looking desperately for answers. Nothing..... Only a question. Generic, yes. but in that moment, it was anything but fatalistic. Quite the opposite. The only semblance of sentience, of  meaning, of anything.
   Soon enough, it's heartbeat settled down, it's breaths noiseless and low, it's eyes narrowed.It went low, creeping along the riverbed towards the line of trees that made up  the horizon. Even now, there was nothing, no memories, no thoughts. Just the one question. Like a beacon in it's mind, it's brilliance receding, but it's glow persistent.

   It's senses were now becoming attuned to the surroundings, the all pervading greyness seemed less solid, every sound differentiated sharply in a hyper lucid state of awareness. It was running now, gracefully,  almost seeming to flash through the tall riverside grass, leaving only rustling in it's wake.

       Finally, it reached the treeline, and stopped. It stood poised,it's lithe body bristling from the cold and the anticipation. Anticipation... It was the only feeling, the only thought, the only, thing. Stealthily, slowly, keeping low to the ground, it moved towards the treeline. As it drew near, it  became evident that there was actually just a line, no more than two or three trees thick, like a fence.

      It slowed down, senses working overtime, mapping the surroundings in it's head. Pushing through the hanging leaves with a deliberate, almost delicate touch, it peered through the gap between the final two trees...
   Far away, in the distance, across a sandy desert, it saw a line of lights, a settlement. It's eyes gleamed, and it crept out into the desert. Stretching to it's full size, it gazed up into the sky, more blue now, than grey.. It wasn't cold anymore. It looked back at the line of lights that promised answers, and meaning, and started running.

1 comment:

  1. Very interesting beginning and BTW love the earlier Ahmedabad post as well !!

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