in the wilderness…
The mustard’s and greens of the fields are sparkling under crystal dewdrops while the sky remains overshadowed with grey. The blue isn’t to be found anywhere but only if you cross the meadow turning in like a wave in the sea and reach the cascade, where life sprawls and plays in all forms. It’s a jungle in its own, a small jungle…
You hear the old man whistling every now and then. His farm is a warm place on the other side. The forest vibrates with his tunes. His wife is long gone but he has a blue-eyed son and a daughter whose cheeks are as red as the apples in his orchard. His son often comes to fill water at the cascade while she strays off in the forest to collect pines, leaves, and twigs, to weave them together, to wear it in her hair- black as an amavasya night. You won’t find her wearing a flower ever but she would collect them all and give them to him. He doesn’t possess the beauty of his sister but his gaze is as reflective as mirror. Rabbits would often gather around him and he plays with them.
They play in the rains without a worry of spoiling their dresses; they sing to the tit-tat of rain drops while the forest echoes with sounds of their laughter and thunder of clouds. At night, usually he plays flute which even makes a nightingale to stop singing…
The night falls and there is silence as death, in the wilderness…
It is like heaven… aptly titled
Oh, Neha, I don’t know where to start! First of all I love your new site, I will follow for sure. Secondly, what gorgeous, descriptive writing! Every paragraph is filled with unique descriptions that capture the eye immediately: “mustard’s and greens of the field….to collect pines, leaves, and twigs, to weave them together, to wear it in her hair- black as an amavasya night…..at night, usually he plays flute which even makes a nightingale to stop singing…”
Beautiful. And, yes, I will request…..more, please!
@ Arv
thanks da… dunno about heaven but my mind just wandered into a forest where it rained and I saw them playing, laughing, filled with joy…
@ Rebecca
Thanks! U surely praise too much…
but yes, coz u’ve asked I’ll try another one like this…
Somewhere close to home ??…beautiful description!!
took me back to the days..I used to play with rabbits
Your words are so perfect…I sometimes wonder how you think of writing them??
Prakhar,
frankly, I don’t even know if such a place exists. I wanted to escape, I did…
Thanks!
You played with rabbits-wow? are they really that cute?
To answer you, I don’t really think much before typing away. Wish I did, guess I would have been a better storyteller..
Love the intro para…paints such a vivid picture of a beautiful place!!!
They play in the rains without a worry of spoiling their dresses; they sing to the tit-tat of rain drops while the forest echoes with sounds of their laughter and thunder of clouds ….They live life:)
Yes …my grandpa had 2 rabbits…they were adorable
…very naughty though!!
You are a good story teller…just keep weaving!
n some more
:D:D
Lovely
when one has the luxury of not just walking by, but actually stopping, lying down and just dozing off to the birds chirping
Hey.. the page has got a great look!
What a picture there and what lovely description.. makes me want to meet that family 
and go around and actually have a little vacation in that place 
sigh! You describe a dream and make me wish it comes true!
# Saim
thanks, they do live life. I live mine through them too!
#Prakhar
wow! u are a lucky fella. I’ve nvr even seen a rabbit!
#Blunt edges
@ swati
thanks!
@ sanely insane
Yeah. but then there are people who do that…
@Shruti
wish you get such a chance and u have loadsa fun…
@ Beauty
SIGH! but tell you what, dreams are only made to be broken, to whither away… They never come true…
So, I hope, that its more than a dream for you. TC.
That was good!!
@ survivor
thanks!
I inhaled the fresh air… i felt the breeze in my face… I felt the grass damp under my bare feet… I watched the rabbits play… I felt the rain drop, a drizzle, nuzzle my outstretched palms. I entered your world – as I read your post… and now I cant find my way out.
Or maybe I don’t want to…
I came here from Rebecca’s blog… I think I’ll stay…
@ Blog gore…
Thanks for staying. At times, I like company…
Aaah you left me imagining in between..
good one