The Perfectly Imperfect Love Story...
It was one of those days when my heart went back an eternity, to the calm, cool climes of the little village I came from… the place where the biggest noise was inadvertently always made by the potter, cursing out loud either about the cloudy day or about how pottery no longer made him any money.
It was right next to his potter’s wheel that I got my first feel of clay. The dark brown earth blended perfectly with the brown water that came out of the village well, carefully mixed together by the potter’s wife in the tin can, painted orange, and specially set aside for the purpose.
The first time I touched clay, it felt like syrup, oozing out from between my ten fingers clasped tightly together to avoid the very phenomenon that was happening then. With a gentle nod of his head, he motioned me to add more earth to the syrup and soon enough, syrup took solid form. And that was when he started the wheel…
Gently taking the clay from my hands, he placed it on the turning wheel and made magic with his hands. Before my eyes, four fingers transformed the lump of earth into something far more beautiful. The little shed where he sat down to work leaked thin strands of sunlight which fell on the beautiful pot, still gently rotating on the still turning wheel.
That was when I sensed the familiar fragrance… of the little one, who smelled of sunshine. Tiptoeing around the corner of the little shed, I went in search of her. I saw her in the distance, gently chatting with the dragonflies, admonishing them with a smile for not replying to her childish talk.
The flowers seemed to like her, for as she walked, they blossomed at her foot and when she passed, closed down again. Butterflies formed a halo around her head, changing colours at her slightest movement. Nature played her natural music…with the crickets, frogs and the gentle wind as accompaniments.
Gently, ever so slowly, I reached out to touch her…
And then, the plug that connected me to the matrix was pulled out. I returned to the deep, dark world of the present, where colours are deemed illegal and sorrow considered the order of the day…
{I gave up on my fiction writing eight years a go, till Sunday night, the 24th of June. All I have to say is thank you, for making me feel like wanting to write again…
Thanks, QL!}
i never knew you are that powerful with words. You could easily swoon a lady that way... I do know something but will not tell...hehehe(*wink)
Why not create your blog so we can collectively read whatever you write (such as the above).
Congrats...you got a fan in me here...
lovely and expressive way of wording things that I can see them in my mind..a sign of a "true" writing artist...go for it!!
Please keep on writing. And when you decide to publish your first book, I'll ask for a signed copy of it!
You both are very kind with your comments. thanks a million.
And oryx, i am certainly no biggie in book reading and discussion. Like i said, reading died for me the day i entered the job. Sigh, but thanks for the offer anyway. Will remember that when i buy that tea plantation, hehe.
Salam Oryx...I'll check it out...I do love to read but like most, I guess, it's finding the time. At the moment I seem to be reading mainly stories to my chldren and various work related reading.
Ay ay to that diamond girl
greeker carry on - and see it as your retirement plan for when you get out of here - buy yourself an old tea plantation and I will sit on the stoop (porch) with you drinking sundowners discussing books. :)
and e6 and diamond girl and nemisis - why don't you join the book group?????
Greeker, when I read your writing I almost can't take it because it ends!!!!!!!!!!! Masha'Allah how beautifully you write. Keep going please with your passion. This is your talent. This is what you were meant to do. You have something to say and give to the world. Share. You will feel so alive and vital.
Take your time, Greeker. It builds gradually. My mom used to say "when" a million times and I'd say it'll come in its right time.
What i didnt say was a thanks to you. In part, it was you too who convinced me to gingerly take up writing again...
As to taking up writing professionally, i cant jump into it without a thought, you know...
I'm telling you, man. Pursue a career in writing.