The 7 Letters

The sound of bird’s chirruping had left the room; Sun had already started its routine. Ambiance was white as snow, and yet the air seemed rock-heavy. The void surrounding the room darkened as the time progressed, but suddenly the silence was broken…, “Who are you? I haven’t seen you earlier,” said a soft yet comforting female voice. “Who me! I am Perju,” came the reply. “I came here in the morning with Master Andy,” He said expressing his enthusiasm, as it was his first visit to this very house. “Oh! So you are Andy’s Mobile! I have heard a lot about him from my Master Manvi,” said Sara, “she really talks a lot about her son.” “But if I recall, it was someone else last year, though we didn’t get to talk as he left quite early.” “Yes my master dumped the old model for me. He deserves the best of all what there is!” said Perju jump-starting his AMOLED screen as to show off his shadow-black matt armor and camera cutouts to prove his words. He smirked, “And I am the best in the market. I c...

Far in an old cabin in the woods, on a night of Full Moon, which diminishes the twinkling stars, I was conversing with my soul while supporting my fragile self on a recliner. The cold and calm breeze of the silent night grazed my face while the beauty of Moon spellbound me into a serene state of self and the night conversed with me about her thoughts for the Moon of which I could only grasp a minuscule part in my words and felt obliged to share it.  I have read in many tales as how they portray Moon as being alone waiting endlessly for his long separated lover. Waiting eagerly to just even get a glimpse of her, which would complete his long and tiring quest. I sometimes wonder what happens on a lunar eclipse when he might be relieved from his duties for a short span of time. Does he get to meet his dear or he just incarnates transitorily in our realm to see the creatures which he tend to watch every night with whom he had shared their stories, their ambitions, their love, their sac...

One day strolling down the waves of my thoughts, deep in the woods, I found a cabin abandoned, alone, stranded, on the urge of wrecking down to be the one with woods, but as I invaded the shallow silence of the cabin's door, defying the sheer darkness there stood an umbrella leaning to a chair beside, gazing me with a sense of accomplishment like he (umbrella) has found one last disciple to narrate his tale.  It took me no time to perceive that he is not an ordinary one, the scars on his skin narrate the same. A story of success, failure, love and loss. It made me wonder as what shall an ancient one is doing in a cabin as old as he is.  Maybe he sensed my anxiety or maybe it was his experience. In a gentle and soothing voice he broke the silence, "What's the purpose of your visit child ?".  "Sire!, I was just wandering cooupied with my thoughts and accidentally stumbled upon this path of fallen leaves that lead me to this cabin of yours",  I answered halting...