Thursday, March 27, 2014

The Arboretum

Copyright-John Nixon
I hear the susurration of wind in the leaves as they begin to shake and rustle upon my approach.  I watch the trees in the arboretum with branches bent as in graceful mudras of dance.

She demonstrated them to me on a rainy day when we were still together.  The alapadma mudra originating from the story of young Krishna stealing milk and butter with the palms facing upwards, the fingers stretched, separated and extended as if asking “why”. 


The boughs ask those questions of me now.  Why couldn’t my jealous heart share her? Why does my lamentable crime remain underground?


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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

22 comments :

  1. Subroto

    Such vivid imagery and a very different take on the prompt. Very nice.

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    1. Thanks Moushmi, I am glad you liked it.

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  2. "Suserration" reminds me of Poe and your story has the feel of him, too. Good job!

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    1. Thank you Sorchia for those very kind words.

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  3. Oh, God! Is it me who is having such dark thoughts? I guess the wind seems to share my view too!

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    1. The answers are blowing in the wind :-) Thanks for your comments Umashankar

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  4. Really? Are you a descendant of Poe? You certainly write like him. Very well done! Thanks. Nan :)

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    1. Thank you Nan that is very high praise indeed. I hope I did great-great-great-granddad proud ;-)

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  5. love it! the last lines were subtle yet somehow very brutal.

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    1. Thanks Kz, glad you liked it.

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  6. Wow!Loved the way you led the reader a merry dance with all those mudras and then wham came the dead girlfriend,sticking her arm through the ground ;-) Enjoyed the dark ending totally Subroto :D

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    1. Thanks Atreyee, glad you liked the dance recital :-)

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  7. Yes, very nice! Wait, not 'nice' ... killer. :)

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    1. Thank you Judah, glad you liked it.

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  8. Hmmm. Very intriguing narrative. I kind of wonder if she's going to spring up out of the ground and take vengeance! Good story.

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    1. She might but that will be another story :-) Thanks for reading and commenting Kent.

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  9. Oooh, mudras--anytime I learn a new word, it's a great day. Thanks for that explanatory link as well. You've got some dark stories here, Subroto, what with the tangled trees and the elevator to the murderous (cannibalistic?) destination. The quiet mystery of this story is really compelling; I'm looking forward to reading more!

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    1. Thank you Leigh for those kind words. I am glad you learnt a new word, I get to read a few of those amongst the Fictioneer tribe too.

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  10. Dear Subroto,

    It seems that I missed more than your story last week. I'm glad you alerted me to it. ;) Vivid and rather dark. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks Rochelle. I value your input so I had to ask :-)

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