Monday, 19 December 2011
April
Its April. I wait for April all year along.
I wait for the white, pink, blue, peach color to bloom in my garden.
The lilies are blooming.
How I love lilies. The day I knew the first lily in my garden is going to attain her youth, my face had an ear to ear long smile.
I hardly get to see the blooming lilies in my own house immaterial of how I love them, that too under tight scrutiny. Because, someone else loves them more than me or anyone else in the kingdom.
The knights of the king are waiting for every lily in the kingdom to bloom, so that they can pick them for the princess's bath. She has the luxury of lily bathe only 30 days in a year.
Prompt for Nimue's Months of the year Challenge :)
Friday, 16 December 2011
March
The adolescence was bidding goodbye. Our play dates were changing into secret meetings.
A whiff of cold March air blew my hair on my face when our lips met behind the oak tree that day.
He asked me how I felt like.
I don't know, I said.
He agreed to keep our kisses secret until I found out how I felt about them. I felt good.
He wasn't anything like those assholes in school. Kissing someone secretly and moving around with some hot girl for public display.
He smiled at me every time our eyes met, which happened often during the school hours and after school hours.
Our secret meetings continued, with kisses or without.
He handed me over my first job contract outside the school that day.
If you're going to get me a good job, you have to give me a good kiss before that. I said. He smiled.
Our kisses, and our meetings weren't secret anymore.
P.S. This is reproduction of a dream I had early morning today. :)
P.P.S: Written for Nimue's Months of the Year Challenge
A whiff of cold March air blew my hair on my face when our lips met behind the oak tree that day.
He asked me how I felt like.
I don't know, I said.
He agreed to keep our kisses secret until I found out how I felt about them. I felt good.
He wasn't anything like those assholes in school. Kissing someone secretly and moving around with some hot girl for public display.
He smiled at me every time our eyes met, which happened often during the school hours and after school hours.
Our secret meetings continued, with kisses or without.
He handed me over my first job contract outside the school that day.
If you're going to get me a good job, you have to give me a good kiss before that. I said. He smiled.
Our kisses, and our meetings weren't secret anymore.
P.S. This is reproduction of a dream I had early morning today. :)
P.P.S: Written for Nimue's Months of the Year Challenge
Thursday, 8 December 2011
February
'Its never too late to fall in love.' That's what he said while wrapping the bandage around her arm.
She smiled and looked away, out of the window.
February, the month of love, she thought as her eyes fell on the shrubs loaded with roses in the garden outside that window.
'Maa, you should meet Dr. Agnihotri. He is very nice. He likes you.' He said as he finished dressing the wound on his mother's arm from brush of thorns of roses shrubs.
February. She will turn 50 this February. She nodded at her son for the scheduling the meeting.
Prompt for Nimue's Months of the Year Challenge.
Sunday, 4 December 2011
January
A new year, new hopes and new agendas with new resolutions and some old ones carried forward.
January, you're welcome. I hope you are nice to me, so are the months that follow.
January, you' re cold, but remember to bring me warmth.
January, you're dry, don't forget to bring me moisture.
January, you're the one I look forward to the most, if you're good, the faith in rest being good gets strong.
Dear Januaries of the past, bless the Januaries of the future.
Prompt for Nimue's Months of the Year Challenge! :)
January, you're welcome. I hope you are nice to me, so are the months that follow.
January, you' re cold, but remember to bring me warmth.
January, you're dry, don't forget to bring me moisture.
January, you're the one I look forward to the most, if you're good, the faith in rest being good gets strong.
Dear Januaries of the past, bless the Januaries of the future.
Prompt for Nimue's Months of the Year Challenge! :)
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