men and wind passed by, he walked some more.
This happened a while ago, on a way in a city less known. Dipadi wore a bored expression and walked towards her school, she was a dance teacher. She bought some books on the previous day. Dipadi to some was comely, to some sensitive and to many unworthy. She gave the books she bought to a boy who came running towards her. He must have known her. She smiled lightly at him and continued. Dipadi was a girl few would like to know. She is central to the story you are going to listen to.
A bridge fell, few men died, Dipadi watched with apathy. She was in a mood to practice dance, she did. Could we ever understand how the girl thought? Probably, but we never had much interest until she started walking down a new road to the school she went to every evening. This road was four times as long as the straight road she took earlier from her home. This one was curved more than twice, each turn showcasing a different view; the city was such. After the first turn you would see a fallen bridge and a shop of books, after another, small hills at a distance and ill bred lands closer, on another flower laden trees (only in the spring, otherwise just trees). This road, only a few owning cars took. Dipadi walked up and down on it every day barring Sundays.
One evening Dipadi was walking by the broken bridge when the men who died came towards her. Dipadi ignored them and kept an even pace. The dead men followed. She turned with the turn and the hills started getting closer to the road. The boy whom Dipadi had given the books came running to her and handed her torn pages. Dipadi kept on walking. She turned with the turn in the road, the flowers started to fly away from the trees, away from Dipadi, there was no wind. Very few petals flew in the Dipadi's direction and even fewer fell to the ground
Dipadi reached school, taught her session, took the straight road back home and pasted torn pages of the book she bought from the book shop next to the fallen bridge.
Shringi
23 June 2011
Not for one read this is. Surely will come back. And more importantly, because its a prose piece, would like to read the writer's mind on this. Care to, please?
ReplyDeleteThe simple sentence constructions on the complex build-up is something was really out-of-the-box.
Oh Soumya, if your mind couldnt catch it, do you think that my mind ever thought?
ReplyDeleteI will explain of whatever I know of Dipadi, maybe that should help.
I second Soumya's comment..
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