Train of thoughts

Ruvee sat by the window as the bus rumbled its way through the streets of the quaint city. Filled with plantations and shrubbery, the hills of Coonoor looked picturesque. Life had been gentle on her over the past year. Her uncle had urged her to move in with him after looking at her pitiful state. He had been considerate enough to give her a job at the horse stables in his farm. ‘This would help you to move on’ he had told. The bus came to a halt at a stop. She turned towards the window to behold the sight of pink skies at dusk. She felt the seat cover sink as a burly man settled down beside her with a heaving sigh. He reeked of stale smoke and eucalyptus. For some reason, his scent felt awfully familiar to her. She turned to eye him from the corner of her eyes, and the sight startled her.  It was the same scar!   She glanced and immediately turned her face away. Her heart sank and she felt bile rise in her throat. She felt a sudden desire to flee from there. Her bro...

Image credits : Unsplash Vibrant hues of metallic silver,  the radiant gold dust shimmer, and the blinding light sliver;  A few moments later, I wake up from my slumber, Alas, its all my stupor, Now, the light grows dimmer,  Hopes getting thinner, The sparks begin to simmer. 

Image credits : Unsplash I. A forlorn feather Sitting by the rock with a face of forlorn hope, the girl stared into the far misty horizon. A white wilted feather landed on her shoulder as though caressing all her burdens away; The feather then fell on her lap, her eyes lingering on it. Frail, yet regal; dull yet mystic, juxtaposing its own self in so many different ways. A smile crept on her face, so pure and tender, as though a revelation had hit her! Slowly, a sense of tranquility overpowered her sorrows like the sky at sunrise, devouring the darkness.  _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

The pink ethereal skies during dusk,  Etching a mural in the welkin,  The little yellow dandelions swaying,  To symphonies of the soft breeze;  The v ivid green grass – wet and scanty,  Redolent of the musty smell of petrichor;  The distant dimly lit lighthouse,  Flaunting its color of enchantment;  The placid, bottomless waters,  Creating a moment of tranquiliity;  Nature blending its vibrant hues,  Giving birth to a mystic paradise...