Evidence Lacking Instances

There are birds on the chandeliers over my head
Sunlight lingering on artfully arranged parapets
Faintly comforting clink and clatter in a background now all-too familiar
The beating wings now a thing of reality and not a shard of poetic fiction
Reflections on mirroring panes and the strangers on the other side
Even the persistent flies irritating my coffee are a thing worth mentioning
Crumbs and crumpled paper napkins the only evidence of a hunger extinguished
But there is no proof I can provide to prove
That the wandering ghost has been chased away
Actualized into a moment of nonfiction and pure clarity

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At peace

“You beautiful, beautiful rain. Thanks for letting me breathe under your fluffy wings, and get drenched in your soul-soothing showers.

I haven’t felt this happy, and liberated since the day I gave myself a haircut.”

— My Facebook status yesterday.

I swear, I cannot put into words what an incredible day it was yesterday. It was an hour from sunset, sis and I, we were sitting on our terrace and a very light rain started pouring, we didn’t move. We high-fived each other, laughed, sat in silence feeling the raindrops caress our soul, and smiled toward the sky.

Peace at its utmost.

It started pelting harder and sis went to stand by the terrace door, sheltered from the intensifying rain. Can’t blame her, anything too cold results in throat pain.

I stayed under the open sky, the sun was about to set somewhere behind the clouds. The clouds gazed back, swirling in and out of innumerous recognizable shapes. I kept pointing and yelling over the downpour what I saw – a little princess riding a horse, a mid-leap Cocker Spaniel, a stingray and a school of fishes, a rodeo, and so on.

I hummed to my own tune, swayed, danced, urged my sister to step out and dance with me, held out my arms to the wind – embraced it in my mind. It was all like something from a lovely dream, likeĀ being in a poem someone’s writing.

It felt as if all my sorrows had been washed away. For some reason these four words kept repeating themselves in my head like a whisper – “The moment is now.” The moment for what, I know not. Maybe to live in the moment. But what I do know is that I am now at peace.

PRIYASHA-PANGARI-PHOTOGRAPHY-allthingszeudon.wordpress.com

Me. Posing. For sis.

I hope everyone’s been having a wonderful week as well!

Much love,

Pratty