There I found my inspiration wrapped in a small red feather lying on the sand, gasping for breath. Unnoticed, stomped and crushed. The walkers were busy talking to each other, failing to recognise its' sufferings.There was so much to learn.
From where did it come? Did the bird leave it there for remembrance? Who coloured it? Was it a sacred omen? That moment became special. I tried to weave a story with thoughts strewn in a distinct pattern in my mind's cave.
~~payal~~
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Or perhaps an angel left it there to remind us of their presence. Lots to ponder.
ReplyDeleteThanks Suzy..:)
DeleteAnd you wove a good one.
ReplyDeleteThanks! :)
DeleteHmmm...so much to brood on and weave stories around it. Love the picture.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot! :)
DeleteThere is no dearth of ideas to build a story. Curious to know what happened next?
ReplyDeleteWhatever happened next is yet another story! :)
DeleteA feather is a talisman. It brings messages from heaven.One who understands the message knows Eternity.
ReplyDeleteAncient Shamans believed in such omen.
Thanks for sharing!:)
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