What was real blindness like? I wondered while lying down on the floor staring at the roof of the room whose only furniture was darkness. Is it in the inability to see the light? Or is it in the inability to see the facades they wear?
On further introspection, I realized that I never fathom out that behind a facadeĀ there is no light, so how can they ever think good for me? I wanted to know who I am, I wanted to see if my skin was still breathing or the darkness had occluded all the pores.
I ran my fingers along my face, and when my fingers reached the end of the forehead, it felt as a shore to the sea of black hair that had captured the whirlwind of realism, ready to sweep away the pseudo.
The window of the room howled in the darkness, and the glass cracked with the force of the wind that blew outside. I stood up with a slightly loosen hair bun and eagerness in my eyes to look outside the window.
The moonlight entered through the crack, and gave birth to my shadow, the part of me that got lost amidst the darkness.
The wind permeated the room, wiping out their villainous smell, and flew through my loosen bun, unfolding each strand full of power with its tenderness.
The moonlight seeped through my veins, bestirring the blood to flow smoothly with a hope.
The veil of blindness was peeled off by the songs of the wind, the dance of the moonlight, poetry of the stars and silence of the soul. The pores breathed again, and I was reborn.
– Kritika Vashist
(Painting my Madison Moore)
You are a brilliant writer.(Y).
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Aw, shucks! Thank you very much! š
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Very dramatic……….. very good! Loved it. š
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I’m glad to hear that. Thank you š
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Mind blowing one kritika.. I vote this as the best of all your writings.. Do you have another one or will you agree too š
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I cannot day. Thank you very much, though š
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Lovely
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Thank you! š
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I loved the way you concluded with this wonderful line :
The veil of blindness was peeled off by the songs of the wind, the dance of the moonlight, poetry of the stars and silence of the soul.
I loved reading it.. kudos (y)
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Thank you very much, Himali. š
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My pleasure to read your posts š
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My goodness! Each and every word of this write-up speaks volumes!
so amazingly woven, kritika.
It’s always wonderful reading your posts.
loved every bit of it, to the deepest core.
*touched*
:’)
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I am glad to hear that, Kriti. Thank you so much! ā¤
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When I read your words, my mind feels transported to familiar dimensions. Thank you for sharing your words. š
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I am so very glad to know that. Thank you very much š
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How do you do this kritika?? ! ! You are wonderful š
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As you are, my friend. š
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Wow…!!
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I’m glad you liked it. Thank you š
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So sweet and evocative. A vivid scene. Reborn to the light, which is your own instead of the false shine of others. I could see it as I read it.
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What else can make me happy? š
Glad to know.
Thank you, Dan.
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It was my pleasure to read and enjoy. š
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