asked to describe an imaginary scene in 2 paras...I know ats 3...but its worth it!
On one side there was movement, change, life. The other side was immobile, tranquil and completely silent. The live side whispered to me, almost beckoning me. The silent side was as still as death. The seduction from one side was overpowering. But the dead cautioned me, telling me to keep my distance. I could see the difference but the two sides merged effortlessly.
I scrutinized the scene in its entirety, trying to decipher its meaning. Are these the blue mountains they talk of in novels? Are they the shivering, frostbitten lips of a homeless rag picker dressed in tatters? Am I gazing into the eyes of a goddess or the trendy T-shirt of a materialist? Why go that far? I could just be watching the clear soulless sky meeting the vitality of the sea.
Essay by Parnika
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Written on 2007-01-09 at 19:03
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Blueness
Blue, blue, all blue. I couldn't see the horizon because it was just one colour. It would seem dull to stare into vast blueness, but the more I stared, the more captivating it became. If I looked hard enough, some spots looked blank, almost white. Other spots were a deep indigo. The shades differed from cyan to turquoise. In one area I could see the hue of a peacock's feather, in another a few scattered gems of sapphire. Some parts of the scene seemed rather shallow. Some parts seemed to be layered with colour.On one side there was movement, change, life. The other side was immobile, tranquil and completely silent. The live side whispered to me, almost beckoning me. The silent side was as still as death. The seduction from one side was overpowering. But the dead cautioned me, telling me to keep my distance. I could see the difference but the two sides merged effortlessly.
I scrutinized the scene in its entirety, trying to decipher its meaning. Are these the blue mountains they talk of in novels? Are they the shivering, frostbitten lips of a homeless rag picker dressed in tatters? Am I gazing into the eyes of a goddess or the trendy T-shirt of a materialist? Why go that far? I could just be watching the clear soulless sky meeting the vitality of the sea.
Essay by Parnika
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Written on 2007-01-09 at 19:03
Tags Blue Sky Ocean
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