River Song

The boy sang without restraint, his free unadulterated voice audible even in the midst of the constant humming of the motor boat. What a voice it was,powerful  melodious and hypnotising. The boat swayed a bit,unnoticed by everyone.The River was  stirring.
Do you know,dear boy,that the River can hear you? 
I call you a boy, because you are still a child in my eyes. You managed to capture my attention on this hot autumn afternoon while Nature was in a sweet, lazy slumber . how could i not awaken, dear boy? You are ,afterall, a part of the same Nature. And you are singing to me unawares. You are singing a River Song. I couldnt stay away.
I see you, your companions,and take note of the effect your song has not only on me, but those who surround you. The locals dont know your language, but they still listen to you in awe. Your friends, it seems to me, enjoy your melodious voice even as it goes up an octave before coming down to the regular pitch. You are young, but your voice tells me you have suffered hardships,and  also overcome them. It makes me proud,inspite of the fact that i do not know you.
I have seen enough of your people in my everflowing lifetime to know your stories with a single look. But this afternoon, i can only see the stories that your song brings forward in their minds.
Check-Shirt Girl ,with a half smile on her face , is taking a walk down memory lane, thinking of her mother and how she once sang the same River song to another River years ago.
Blue Shirt Boy is still trying to process your lyrics and maybe thinking a teensy bit about the little brother back home.
Oversized Hat Girl is already miles away,thinking of a different voice,accompanied by the memory of a certain pair of beautiful dark eyes and their infinite depths.
Black Tshirt Boy is feeling utterly peaceful, and to some extent sleepy in a good way, thinking of your song as a very beautiful lullaby. He couldnt remember the last time he felt this much peace in his hectic crazy life.
Maroon Shirt girl is so overwhelmed with emotion that love longing pain joy relief happiness everything jumbled up together is indistinctly flitting through her eyes. She fleetingly glances at her companion,a soft smile gracing her features. I dont know if she is sniffing because of cold.
Black and White Shirt Girl's eyes are getting unfocused and  glassy as she is thinking of all of you and how you all came to be where you now are. Like me ,she hears the twinge of pain in your vocals, but is very hopeful about the future.
Pink Top Girl has Love ,Pride and Understanding written all over. She is brimming with Happiness and Contentment. She truly sees you.
And you, little one , singing to me , are feeling blessed and emotional. and infinite. Just like me.
Your song is over, but the spell doesnt break. Nature will remember it this way.

Your song may be over, but it will live with the River.

Know this,The River doesnt forget.

Years later I may forget your face, but i wil not forget your tribute to me. Your River Song.

Warmth

It took him 7 days of travelling in the boat to experience sea sickness and he was least expecting it. The underbelly of the boat was cold and suffocating.so like most days he sat on the deck with his friends and stared at the vast expanse of the sea . but today his eyes were  unfocussed,looking at nothing. He could feel his friends' fleeting stares in his direction. Everything seemed washed out, less colourful-blame the blazing sun! It actually hurt his eyes.the same 5 people sat with him today,yet 5 seemed too less in his eyes.  Mind addled with tiredness,he didnt give much thought to that feeling of incompleteness. Another few days under the sun on the boat,and he would surely lose his mind.
At noon, his best friend found him lying against the rucksacks piled on the deck,eyes closed.cap lowered to shield his eyes.. in no time the girls on the deck, Sona and Erilyn started fusing over him..he was too tired to acknowledge even this. By nature,he hated asking for help. Surely the nausea would soon pass!
Erilyn took one look at his face, gave him the required medicine,an quietly left the deck. He welomed her absence. The well meaning  girl was a bundle of energy which he couldnt deal with right at that time. And Sona wasnt a close friend. Surely he couldnt tell her he was feeling cold under the sun! She would kick start her Mother Hen duties like she always did. He closed his eyes again.
He didnt know how long his peace lasted. He could hear Erilyn's voice rising.And then he  felt it.
His eyes we still closed but he knew she was there.  He peeked from under his eyelids,and there she was, almost crawling up on the deck silently so as to not disturb him.he saw the way she looked his way, half worried,half relieved. Sona  must have seen it too,for she immediately patted her head and cleared the deck.Even after Sona and Erilyn moved away,She kept her distance ,like usual. He didnt mind. Too many prying eyes.
He kept looking at her,pretending to be asleep.She was unaware she was being watched. Her presence was enough for him. He swore everything wasnt so washed out and dull. And he wasnt that cold anymore. The medicine didnt do that now,did it?
Even from a distance ,Light was what she projected
and Warmth was what she provided.

The Colour of Pain

People often associate pain with either of the two colours-black and white.
"the pain hit, and everything went black."  and "searing , white pain" are two common examples that we come across in many writings. why is it always that pain is given such a monochromatic palette, whereas love and jealousy are given the colours red and green? pain is every bit a burst of colours as any other emotion or feeling.

There is no need to classify the types of pain to determine their true colours.

Pain demands to be felt, as John Green famously quoted in one of his books. it doesn't matter if it is physical pain or emotional.

That one time when Rayna was a just a little girl,she got slapped by her stepmother for returning home muddy and soaking. to her, pain  became associated with brown -a harsh,hard,unfeeling colour in her opinion. pain remained brown to her all through her lifetime of bruises,cuts,misunderstandings,heartbreaks and fights.


Sarika,being a teenager, was very sensitive to people's comments about her boring lifestyle and even boring body language. nobody would understand her views,which really weren't that boring. if only  her classmates stopped trying to be cool all the time. they poked her,rebuked her, teased her, and she withdrew further into her protective invisible shell. the emotional pain she was in  existed due to her being "boring". she felt grey pain seeping into her mind and body, emotionally exhausting her. they saw her in pain, and did nothing.because to them, even in pain, she was grey,dull, boring.


Scott stared at the orange-red clay,head bowed down. he missed every single backhand shot,because his wrist was still not healed. yet he needed to be fit within the next three days,else the school team would crash out of the championship. he felt helpless,tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. his training partner Andy had a resigned , sad look in his face. Scott wouldn't give up. he tried hitting the ball right again and again when suddenly something in his right wrist snapped and he drowned in a burst of saffron,tangerine,orange before the pain overwhelmed him completely,driving out everything but the orange tinge from his eyes. pain, he had thought, was black. few seconds before he lost consciousness,he knew for sure that his personal brand of pain came in the colour orange.


he humiliated her, she slapped him. both were in pain, yet she knew that the pain was different. hers was emotional, and he was just grumbling about his perfect cheekbones getting assaulted like that. she blinked back a few tears. she was hurting. in this very inappropriate time,she thought about the film Black Swan's protagonist, and how her pain had been white,blinding white. but she didn't feel that sort of pain. she literally saw red. red was supposed to be the colour of love,but she reminded herself that it was also the colour of blood. and blood she'll have. she had had enough of him treating her like a doormat. the regret and sadness would come later. she focused on the pain for the moment and removed the ruby engagement ring from her fourth finger. she then proceeded to thrust the finger in his hand.she didn't wait to listen to his mumbled apologies. she was still seeing red. she'd punch the next person who told her red was the colour of love. how wrong people are! red , intense,deep red was the colour of rage, the colour of her pain.


Nathaniel missed her everyday. every waking moment. her loss affected him deeply. the pain engulfed him, and he let it. there was little else to do. he often thought of her wonderful green eyes. pools of ever changing green. his world revolved around those green orbs. and now that was taken away from him, leaving him in the darkness of his green hued nightmares and green tinted pain..


Anita examined the bruises on her knuckles. Rita lightly poked the edges of the blue  bruises,making Anita wince. she thanked her for protecting her by punching her molester. Anita just shook her head. they both knew the fight was long from being over. that creep would catch them on the road again. but the next time they would both be prepared for it. as Anita clenched and unclenched her fist,
she felt motivated by the pain. next time,
she declared, the bastard would be taught thoroughly how blue pain can actually be.

Cold

it wasnt even winter.. but she was already a goner. the cold had started creeping on her.. and,she didnt like it..
the others laugh at her. "see that girl over there? whoever wears a shawl in November?"
she didnt care. if she did,she would feel worse.

and then her knight in shining armor suddenly appeared out of nowhere,and took a seat beside her.she felt a little warm at that little action. he smiled,saw her shivering form,and took both her hands in his.
she was sure the cold just disappeared from her ice cold hands.

"better?"
"mmm...thank you.."

she leaned on his shoulder,as they watched the sun go down. but she didnt worry. her personal sun was by her side.. she won't be cold anymore.

Little one

she was sitting in the corner..shaking slightly.from where i stood, i cudnt tell if she was shivering or...wait! she's crying? i didnt bother to call her or ask anything. i just dropped my book bag on the stairs and ran towards the balcony. she heard me, and looked up.
that look broke my heart.
i dont know what,why or who made her cry-i wanted to know, but her eyes were pleading,almost as if telling me silently not to ask the "whats" and "whys". so i didnt. i did the only thing to calm her sobs. i hugged her tightly.. and that did it.
she completely broke down.
she clung to me like a lifeline,screamed god knows at whom(or what),and i let her do what she wanted to.she needed the outlet.
she hugged me back,not wanting to let go,and i knew she was feeling insecure. again.
we stayed like that for minutes,or maybe hours. the explanations could wait. my little sister just needed support now,not a listener. i would wait.
she needed a friend. and i was rite there. her sometimes annoying,sometimes bossy "akka". all will be well soon.
"you will be okay little one. i am here."
she looked up,and finally smiled..
the clouds were gone, and the sun was coming out again. it always does.