The Thursday Post Critiques 30.01.2014

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He opened his eyes after placing the santoor down.

The sun has risen, just shown up, a glowing red dot in the eastern horizon. Birds were chirping busily, noisily, they had plans to made for the day. His bag of seeds was lying beside him.

He looked down, a single rose was lying near his feet.

Someone comes here every morning and leaves a single rose when he plays his santoor, ever since he shifted to this small cottage in arms of hills.

It seems she (must be) watches him from the cover of trees and comes to give her small gift, leaves without disturbing him.

He so wished that she stayed…waited… till he opened his eyes.

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4 thoughts on “The Thursday Post Critiques 30.01.2014

  1. The charm of the unknown admirer is fascinating specially when praise comes in the form of a rose. Beauty and silence speak very pertinent language of their own. Let the dream continue and one must revel in the moment. lovely story.

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