I stood there, holding the solid railings, trying to catch the last rays of the sun suspended over the lonely valley. The wind swept across the mountains, making wild noises, untamed and carefree.
Once pale blue, the sky was now lit up like a bride. In ridiculous hues of crimson – the color of my tears. Somehow, this blatant display of beauty seared through my heart. They are all in pairs aren’t they? The sun and the sky. The mountains and the valley. While I stand here, looking down at the point that consumed my other half.
Today, the valley donned a sinister look as shadows slowly crept in. Inviting. Peaceful too, maybe. The call of the void – I remember you talking about it. The pull of Earth slowly blanked my thoughts, filling it with whispers of the wind. Was it cajoling me into doing the unthinkable? And among those stormy whispers, I heard your voice. Like, I always do. Echoing through the trees, the valley, the non challant mountains.
I glimpsed at the horizon, just in time to see the last hint of sun dipping behind.
In a moment, the sun was gone. You were gone.
All that was now left was an extremely joyous sky decked in the colors of the universe. And I, stuck in sepia memories, frozen in time.
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I spent 3 hours at night trying to write a fiction, but could not even come up with a proper plot. And today in the train, just like that this came to me. The story is the result of strange workings of the brain.
L’appel du vide – a french term for the call of the void.
Pictures clicked at Blue Mountains, Sydney
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This is lovely. Your writing style is beautiful!
This fiction tale is expressive and beautifully penned. I could visualize the entire description and emotional expression.
Great post, so poetic! And amazing pics too!😊
You’re such a great writer!
Lovely picture story but why were your tears crimson Yoga Girl? Tears of blood?
I love the idea of the call of the void. I’m usually too busy to hear that call.
Do like seeing a sunset but also love seeing a wonderful sunrise
I am out of words to express how much I loved this piece, Raj. The despair, the brilliant hues, the void calling, the stormy whispers – wow, every word is meant to go together and the end result is amazing. Both your words and the pictures have such a spectacular effect on the reader.
It was vivid. It seemed real, not fiction. I thought you were talking about Blue Mountains. Loved the narration, Raj.
Beautiful.
Thanks so much for sharing at https://image-in-ing.blogspot.com/2017/12/at-dusk.html
So beautiful; dramatic and striking! The photos and the words really mesh together to set the mood. Good one, Raj! 🙂
And that’s beautiful, Raj – both, your words and the pictures! Treasure this post.
This is so beautiful! Loved reading it.
Loved the imagery in your words- crimson hues – bridal hues – lovely analogy Raj.
Best inspiration comes when least expecting it and this is a really well done post!
This is haunting…I can feel the despair behind her words, dodging her every step. Beautifully done, Raj. And stunning photographs woven through perfectly with the story.
Every element, ever emotion you spoke about, and every picture you captured on your camera found its way into my heart, Raj!
Beautifully done!
Loved the pictures!
I could not take my eyes away from the pictures you shared, Raj! Really gorgeous captures.
This is so beautiful, Rajlakshmi.
It was almost lyrical, smoothly drawing me from one line to the next. Can I just say that this is one of your best pieces?
Hauntingly beautiful, Raji. The mountains do cast their spell, don’t they? And the void calls to us.
I love how this ended on a positive note.