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| Copyright – Danny Bowman |
Ol Doinyo Lengai, the
Mountain of God, where lava fountains
harden in mid-air then shatter like glass.
My Maasai guides tell me that the creator of the world, Ngai, has
resided there since time immemorial.
The red Ngai Na-nyokie
burns with anger and must be placated.
A benevolent aftermath is the black Ngai Narok.
Like my mother, I
think, with her outbursts of anger, loud denouncements and accusations. The loving making up which followed each
explosion. Is this why I am a volcano chaser?
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100
Loved the way you started with a little history ,giving us a feel of the characters involved ,not hinting at what is to come!The closing para is superb,brimming with loaded questions that give us food for thought!Loved it Subroto:-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Atreyee, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteNicely done, an effective comparison.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra.
DeleteBeautiful. Such descriptive language to convey nature's forces and our ancient interpretations of them...and maternal forces and the adult child's understanding of them. Bravo.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comments Jan. I was hoping to convey those emotions.
DeletePoetic. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThank you I am happy that you liked it.
DeleteA rather spiritual piece the way I read it. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks Patrick I did want to convey some of that aspect too.
DeleteI like the mix of fact and fiction - or is the mother a little bit real too?!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jen - it could be any other relationship with that pattern of behaviour, I chose to go with mother for this.
DeleteI thought the comparison to his/her mother well-chosen. I've never heard of a volcano chaser, only storm chasers.
ReplyDeletejanet
Thanks Janet. Volcano chasers seek out seek out the exploding phenomena, and brave huge electric storms. They also come up with some of the amazing photographs that have to be seen to be believed.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteI love the analogy you presented here. Explosively well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle, I am glad I was was able to convey that analogy.
DeleteBeautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThank you, glad you liked it.
Deletestunning comparison. wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kz.
DeleteI like the way you've linked the volcano to the mother's reactions. Good one, Subroto!
ReplyDeleteThanks Karen, glad you liked it.
DeleteThis was brilliant.. love the tenderness it was told in..
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments Björn
DeleteI love how it went from telling the history of a volcano to a smooth inner-monologue kind of transition. It went seamlessly from objective to very personal. This is great work!
ReplyDeleteThank you Hala for those words of appreciation.
DeleteNice piece! I like how you brought it back to the relationship with the mother. A pleasure to read.
ReplyDeleteThank you Amy for reading and appreciating.
DeleteBut doesn't the cooled lava become hardened and brittle with time?
ReplyDeleteThe analogy was with explosive anger and a volcanic eruption, but the one with brittle relationship and cooled lava would work as well. Thanks for reading and commenting Purba.
DeleteLovely story and helpful background to accompany it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Patricia for reading and commenting on my story.
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