Why did the Ducks cross the Road…??

Why did the chicken cross the road…? Hard to tell…

In my case, I wonder the same about the ducks. It was a usual evening; I was driving back from work, Riptide playing in the background, mundane things playing on my mind, and there they were… two little ducks crossing the busy road. The cars must be going at about 40 miles an hour, I am sure most of the drivers were as lost in their thoughts as I was; we were all brought to a halt by the two chums who decided they needed to get to the other side to chill out.

It was a nice interlude; I wish I had the presence of mind to take a quick picture. I have seen deer and such cross the road, but that’s usually in wilderness. Besides, they are always in a hurry. Ducks are a different matter, they take their time, one tiny foot in front of the other and it takes what it takes to cross a four lane road. Whatever your urgency, it’s not their problem. There is a life lesson here if you want to look for one, especially for the likes of me who want to do everything in no time! It takes one step at a time and it takes what it takes to get there.

Here’s a cute video I found on YouTube, though these ducks are a lot faster than the two stragglers I encountered the other day. 😀

Then and Now

The wind kissed the surface of the sea… flirtatious yet cautious not to unfurl a passion so high that the waves would come roaring towards it, there was still time for that. The sun was setting, stretching and yawning as it strolled home, ready to put its feet up after a hard day’s work. July was a busy month after all.

While the sun had been burning the midday’s oil – so to speak, it wasn’t all that hard for the people lazing by the beach. The sun was setting, the waves were getting perkier by the hour, and the cool wind caressing their skin sang a sweet melody as it touched their ears. It was an ideal Sunday afternoon for everyone. The kids were playing in the sand; the young loves were having a stroll, the more solitudinous were fishing with chilled beer for company.

Months went by, the sun slogged and people enjoyed – with the ice creams, the iced teas, the Pina Coladas. While the people sang merry basking in the glory of long days and varied activities, the Sun counted days, one at a time… waiting for September… then October… then November… which brings us to today. It’s a Sunday alright, but how things have changed. The Sun closed shop for an evening cup of steaming hot coffee and never came back. The people, feeling dull at home, opened their shades to peak outside, and decided to cradle in the warmth of indoors. The long days of sunshine are all but behind; this is the time of hibernation, of cramming excess reserves of fat around the belly, of making solemn resolves of challenging the cold wintry morning tomorrow with a run and never waking up early enough to make it.

As Ned Stark had warned us, the winter has come.

Though it doesn’t quite fit the occasion, but just for the number of times it’s been called out, I would end this with a tribute to my dear old friend in hiding – summer. Hope to see you soon!

The Alien Exit

‘Cows have four legs?? I thought they were three legged!’

I frowned, but walked on. We were in a park on a weekend, trying to gel in – take in the behavior patterns of humans, and this imbecile!

Thankfully, it didn’t attract much attention. There were a few amused glances. I could hear a girl talking about this comment to the rest of her group as they walked past us. They laughed, she linked it with the falling standards of the education system.

Humans have opinions about everything, they can’t mind their own business. On our planet, we meditate, talk less, live in the present, don’t let our thoughts go astray. But this race epitomizes randomness. There’s so much energy ebbing out of them and getting scattered in the air. It’s only the discipline of thousands of years that’s controlling us. We could weaken them, just the four of us could soak in all this excessive energy and leave them bereft of all their ideas and imagination. We could then dictate and rule this planet. But that’s not who we are. ‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you’ . Humans call it the ‘Golden Rule’. We have lived by it for millennia, not disturbing the balance of the universe – nurturing, looking after each other. That’s what Voluntia stood for. We voluntians were beacons of peace, benevolence and love. Until those Infelicitans, those liars who came for our help, cheated us, made our planet their own and ousted those of us who objected. The four of us chose to come to Earth. There are others, reconnoitering the fringes of the universe, gathering support against the misfortune that has befallen us.

I am giving up on Earth. They are so divided within, with continents and countries and states and borders, so consumed with the pleasures of money and wealth and so zealous about their outward differences, that they have forgotten what binds them together. They have forgotten the ultimate, fundamental truth that is the very reason for their existence – the life force, the common thread that binds all the lives on a planet. It is all but forgotten, its pulse so weak, I can barely feel it. In such a scattered, divided place, there is no common ground where I can reach out to one and all. What’s worse is that all this is beginning to affect us too. We are becoming impatient, greedy, feisty like them. We can’t stay here any longer, for our own good. We will leave in two days, when we get a signal from the others.

From One to Another (Voice 5 of 5)

Dear Anita,

Hope this letter finds you in good spirits.

Jake handed me your story last week. I really enjoyed it. It took me to a different world, I swam in its waves –  sinking with its troughs and surfing with its crests. You have the gift of imagination, and an eye for detail. Hold on to your dream, Anita, it is a beautiful one – one that will come true if you persevere with it.

You asked for my advice in your letter. I could say many things, but would it be wise? I could, as you asked, tell you how I would have written the story, but then it would not be your story anymore. 

You draw inspiration from your surroundings; I can picture you writing a story before you even touch a pen. That’s how I too was once, before success acquainted with me. With success came its close pals caution and conformity. There will come a stage in your life too, when these three will follow you closely, guiding your every step. Until then, my only advise is experiment, discover, let your imagination run wild and somewhere amidst those wonders… find yourself! 

You have my best wishes and I would be happy to read your stories in future as well. I am sorry if my letter disappoints you, if you were expecting more concrete answers. Writing is a journey and takes its own course. There will be a stage when you will be ready with different, more pertinent questions – I will be happy to help you find your answers then. Until then, try your heart out and write whatever catches your fancy.

On a different matter, and I am taking some liberty here, Jake mentioned you are reclusive at school.  While it is said to be typical of writers to be aloof in their dealings with the world, it is nothing but a sorry stereotype.  Reach out to people, open up to them. You will be surprised how that would impact your writing. You could start with Jake, he dabbles in writing too, you two have something in common.

Looking forward to more stories.

My Best…

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356 words (!)

I decided to write a longer entry this time… About 250% more than my usual… 😛

I have come to the realization that writing longer than 100 words has become as difficult for me as trimming to 100 words used to be once! Who would have thought! :/

This is my final entry for Voice Week 2014.

Voice week is a writing challenge hosted by Stephanie of BekindRewrite to experiment with different voices.

Previous Voices:

Voice 1

Voice 2

Voice 3

Voice 4

The Obliviously Attentive (Voice 4 of 5)

There is so much to write, so much to capture.

That couple by the side-walk… How the girl’s eyes waiver as this other guy passes by…

Oooh, I should write about the old man from the cafe, should he be happy or grumpy?

Wow, look at the shape of the cloud! Almost like a dragon! Perhaps, I could spin something Game of Thrones like?

Maybe a historical drama inspired from the Victorian times… or Greek Mythology?

Even Fantasy is nice, vampires and damsels… Teen drama maybe…

I want to write something that’s never been written before… like JK Rowling!

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99 words

This is my fourth entry for Voice Week 2014. I tried to get in the mind of the girl herself this time.

Voice week is a writing challenge hosted by Stephanie of BekindRewrite to experiment with different voices.

There will be 5 installments coming, one each day, from Sep 22nd to Sep 27th.

Previous Voices:

Voice 1

Voice 2

Voice 3

The Quiet Grumbler (Voice 3 of 5)

There comes the little lassie.

A 3$ cappuccino and takes the table with the best view for hours at end. Never tips, never returns a smile, and never even looks up from her little notebook to enjoy the view! Such mousie handwriting, I write better when I can barely write.

No such policy to ask her away the owner says. I say, we make one overnight. She and her likes will drive us out of business!

“Can I have a small cappuccino, please?”

Sure you can. I have no say in the matter.

I should change my job.

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98 Words

This is my third entry for Voice Week 2014.

Voice week is a writing challenge hosted by Stephanie of BekindRewrite to experiment with different voices.

There will be 5 installments coming, one each day, from Sep 22nd to Sep 27th.

Previous Voices:

Voice 1

Voice 2