She sighed as she looked across the pool. Her kids had grown and didn't need her any more to chaperone them. But she wanted to do something with her time...and she yearned to hear voices ...It was a lovely sunny morning and the morning chores halfway through, she knew she didn't have to rush through any thing now.
She stepped out and stood watching. The pool was overflowing with laughter, splashing water, giggles, screams and lots of noise..seeming so peaceful amidst all the sounds. She felt it in her soul..it seeped through. It was her moment of peace.
She knew she had to grasp it like tender silk strands. She watched the tender moments passed between a young mother swimming and her toddler by the pool trying to reach out into the
water. The look of awe in the little child's eye's at the feel of water and the mother's mixed emotions, that of love and concern. The language was clear...no need for words, but it was clear. The child moved back a step and the sigh of relief on the doting mom's face was soothing.It was then that she remembered those stormy seconds ...
water. The look of awe in the little child's eye's at the feel of water and the mother's mixed emotions, that of love and concern. The language was clear...no need for words, but it was clear. The child moved back a step and the sigh of relief on the doting mom's face was soothing.It was then that she remembered those stormy seconds ...
The grinding of the jaw, a slight twist of his head, the downward curl of the eyebrows - she sensed it before it erupted. So she walked into her comfort zone : the kitchen...hummed a tune and ignored the raging fury behind her. The door banged shut, and it was only then she had felt herself breathe..
Her mother had reminded her all through her childhood...those days when her eyes spoke with such clarity, that it sparkled...with honesty and amazing innocence. Can a lifetime of moods and unspoken words befog those luculent eyes. How easy it was to hide those feelings, those emotions, and those yearnings..it just made the language of restrain all the more easier.
She smiled to herself.
She had outwitted the language of her eyes to maintain a semblance of peace....the serenity which her soul pleaded...but she knew it wasn't the end.
12 comments:
Wow Prats...That was a nice post. I wonder if some emotions affect us so much , should we pay heed to them, even if it turns the world against us. Atleast we would have listened to ourselves.....
very nicely written, Prats...so nice to see you back, that too with such a beautifuuly written piece...
that was superb!..i am still trying to understand the full meaning and depth of it.
sometimes it makes me wonder, if less communication, or total lack of it spices up lives..just a thought
beautiful.
well worth the wait... :)
WB Prats I missed ya! So lovely to see u blogging again. I was thinking of u the other day and wondering wut u were upto.
what a beautiful story! u write very well.
**She had outwitted the language of her eyes to maintain a semblance of peace
I love the way u expressed that. Simply awesome!
Sometimes Im capable of muting the language of my eyes too..just to get going with life.
Keshi.
this was good...i could quite feel the emotions myself
I go to a swimming pool and watch many toddlers learn swimming. it is a sight to see the parents. Your post just reminded me of them.
Simply wow ! Sometimes I wonder are eyes the only window for letting out/showing our emotion...how some people never cry, I find that very very weird !
Well written..
Beautifully written !
Excellent blog! I actually love how it is easy on my eyes and also the facts are well written. I am wondering how I may be notified whenever a new post has been made. I have subscribed to your rss feed which must do the trick! Have a nice day!
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