The Musical Flow

A huge rock formation stood beside a pool of water. Tall trees guarded it like warriors. The sunlight scattered through the leaves and the water reflected it with brilliance. On the other side of the rock was a vast water body. A stream of water flowed from it through the rocks and fell down into the pond from different areas. Some from inside the holes between the rocks and other from above.

Many birds of varying sizes and colours were perched on branches of the trees in that area. Their chirping sounds were echoing in the calm forest. Every bird's chirping was different and there were monkeys too which rested on the tree tops. A man who was trekking in that forest came upon that area and sat down to rest under a tree.

The eyes were closed but the ears stayed open and what it listened to after a while was imaginative.

At first, the ears caught hold of the sound of the falling down of the different strings of water. Each of the different sources from which the water fell made sounds that differed, be it slightly, from the other in make as well as the timing. It was quite unusual at first but the un-usuality gradually decreased as the chirping of the birds filled some of the gaps, which also varied in tones and timing.

Next to fall in place was the soft sound from the movement of the trees due to the breeze in the air. Lastly the clamour from the monkeys at random times also made it amusing.

It went on for a while as the ears kept itself alert to every sound made, high and low and fast and slow. It was the best music which had ever been recorded by these ears.

The downstream of the music was beautiful.....

This is the write up on music for Write Tribe - Festival of Words 2

© Aditya Subramanian, 2020

The Yellowed Book

The rooms were full of cobwebs when the person came to the house after a lot of years. The legs walked to one of the rooms and opened the creaking doors leading to the room. Going inside, the hands brushed aside the cobwebs with a confidence of experience. They were no hindrances to get to the wooden cupboard and, once close to it, the person took out the key from the coat pocket and inserted it into the lock which protected the contents of the cupboard. The key turned the mechanism inside the lock and with a click the heavy lock fell down onto the floor.

The hands opened the cupboard doors and the eyes observed the empty spaces within. The dusty clouds suspended in the air aggravated the condition for the eyes. There was a lot of dust gathered inside which made it difficult to view the contents, if any, kept. A small cuboid-shaped object lay on one of the central compartments of the cupboard. It was covered with a thick layer of dust and, therefore, was not easily visible to the eyes at first.

The eyes guided one of the hands towards the object. The fingers touched the corners of the cuboid and the senses felt the familiarity of the object. The senses confirmed that it was a book due to the bookish-ness of the object. The fingers gently brushed the layer of dust and the hand took hold of the book. The writing on the front had faded a bit but the words were still understood as they had been imprinted in the memory since the book was first seen, be it the first book that was read or was written by the person.

The dust was gradually removed and the brown cover was visible. The pages were slowly turned and the first chapter opened. The body sat down with suddenness on a dusty chair nearby, which was still firm and steady, and the eyes gradually scanned through each word of the chapters. It was a story containing everything a reader would want to have. Time passed with ease as the reader got hooked into the story.

The little streaks of sunlight that came from the windows were now diminishing. The reader finished the small yet fascinating book and sat with it for a bit off of the clock's time. After a while the reader got up and went to the cupboard. After placing the book, the hands took of a few mounds of dust lying on the ground and ceremoniously covered it back.

Closing the cupboard, and after locking it, the person came out of the house and went back the way the legs came from. The thoughts smiled as if struck by amusement. The book had not yellowed in its effects on this reader with age as much as the reader had.

This is the write up on books for Write Tribe - Festival of Words 2

© Aditya Subramanian, 2020

The Food Lifters

The huge hill of sand covered with sticks and needles was located in a big sandy area. There were lots of groups moving in and out of the network of tunnels made in that sand. One of the groups went northwards in search of food, while the other groups in the other directions. To them the directions were all on the basis of food search and pattern recognition which complemented each other. Their patterns usually got destroyed by the death, injury, or vanishing of fellow workers or friends from the area. Then it was up to the ones lost to make new patterns to reach the food and guide the way for the rest of the group.

One of the group was trailing through a perilous road while in search of food. The group consisted of a hundred of them. All forming a line and following the one ahead. There were lots of ponds and sticky areas which they crossed either by going right through in a much slower pace or by going around them the long way. They had been traveling for hours and had reach a spot which was full of long greenish areas which usually made them lose their way as there were a lot of confusing paths which led the groups in circles. The leader took the team with speed and dexterity. They were trained for such tasks and had a good amount of experience.

They finally reached a sandy clearing which had a large cloth laid on it and there were lots of big food items kept. They had been waiting for this moment for a long time and at last food had arrived in plentiful. The leader first sent in a few fast members of the group to scurry through and scan the area for the types of food and the weak points of the area. This was done so fast that the food owners had become oblivious of the fact that this group of beings existed in the world.

The ten made it back successfully and gave a detailed statistical report on the food. The leader ordered each of the ten to take five more with them and go in for the food from the six major weak points of the region. The collectors went in and started doing their job and slowly the intake of food started. The rest forty of them hid in the green coverings in and around the six weak attack areas to take the food and scurry home.

One by one the food came in and one by one each took the heavy load on the back of its body and went and collected the victories of the steal in a nearby place. After sometime the food owners got notice of the stealing of the food and thrashed and destroyed most of the sixty who were doing the tedious job and only ten to fifteen were left out. The leader sensing danger called them back with whatever could be grabbed and they took all the prized steals and scurried home.

On reaching home, with quite a few more trampled to death, the group leader reported the food lifted and the deaths to the team. Lots of food but with lots of their valiant lifters gone was a success with a loss. They ate their food with contentment of their win and waited for their next perilous journey.

This is the write up on food for Write Tribe - Festival of Words 2

© Aditya Subramanian, 2020

The Memory of Memories

Out in the cool breeze walked a man. The footpath he walked on was slippery because of the iciness in the atmosphere. The temperature would rise in a while with the coming of dawn. He had a thin coat which was teared at some places which was the only object to protect him from the coldness. The silence of the place soothed his saddened mind which was pondering about the memories past. The thoughts were of how he came to rags from riches. He had a great past having more than an ordinary life, if he only knew what it meant back then.

He enjoyed his time and formed many friends and enemies all due to having strong opinions. How could opinions be of matter to someone he now thought? It were formed due to his experiences and not others.... It was a question to self which he knew could be found by searching his memories.

His legs moved with ease due to the friction formed by the shoes to get a grip of the path they tread on. The hands were in rhythmic motion with the legs and oscillating self-consciously with the legs for their lifelong battle to get ahead of the other oscillators. This was in itself something that intrigued the man's thoughts and formed new opinions of his memories and his current circumstance. The lifelong battle of the hands and legs to move forward and only to be pushed back by their competitors: the other hand and leg was something old yet which felt new. They gave a tacit understanding of the situation which goes on like a cycle.

It was now his time to understand the life in the streets and enjoy it and to memorize memories of this new life. He knew now that they will give him the push he needed to come back up again and this made him energetic from the inside.

The rush of adrenaline may not be much but the rush in the mind gave him the push he needed to push ahead to a jog then to a run and, furthermore, to a sprint. The breezy weather cut through his face making him feel the iciness but he was now ready for it and the sprint went for a long while. The one memory that was useful at present was of him sprinting around in the roads each day and that was one thing that could not be separated from him. This one memory had a prolonged effect as sprinting was something he craved for and sprinting is something that he will always crave for.

His saddened mind was transformed into an ecstatic mode due to the new opinion formed. In the future that is past he will keep this memory with great care. The scattered sunlight hit on his face smoothly as it rose for a new day.

This is the write up on memory/memories for Write Tribe - Festival of Words 2

© Aditya Subramanian, 2020