
She’s so beautiful that I want to stare at her every minute of the day. How do I explain such exquisiteness? Her eyes. The windows to her soul. They follow me. When I walk, sit, or just lay there. I wish to drown in their peaceful depths. Her nose, not too sharp or round, divides her face evenly. Her lips. I can’t speak of them without wanting to touch them. But I’m a gentleman, and her dignity is of utmost importance.
There must be a song or two about such luscious hair. They cascade over her shoulders, gathering in waves beneath her waist. Never have I seen a hair out of place. She covers herself in flowing fabrics. Her defined arms and toned legs hardly peeking out from the decent lengths. It’s remarkable to see such an old-fashioned girl.
Her fingers are slender with rounded tips and shapely nails. She stands upon nimble toes, reaching for the sky. Doesn’t she know that her eyes reflect the sun, moon and stars? I’ve never had the courage to approach her. Not even an innocent wave. What if I offend her? How will I ever face her? Months have passed in this heart-wrenching dilemma.
It could be her quiet nature. She’s always alone. Maybe she has no one to speak to. The birds love her. They perch upon her hands and shoulders. She doesn’t mind. A perfect example of being one with nature.
I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to speak to her. My feet move fast, my heart beats faster. Will she be surprised?
I’m finally here. But where is she?
Instead, I find a young man in a cap, holding a bat and ball. What have they done? They’ve taken away my lovely lady. The beautiful, stone statue is gone.
A beautiful story !
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Thank you so much, Jane. I appreciate it. 🙂
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You are always welcome, Terveen 🙂
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Oh my….such passion and all in vain. Poor man. Yet another wonderful story, Terveen! 🌺😊
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Thank you so much, Diti. He may find the lovely lady again… 🙂
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Hope so!🤞🏼
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Such sensuous sentiments, Terveen. I thought it to be a beautiful woman and it turned into a beautiful statue, instead. A little too late to declare his love for a prized possession in the end. Beautiful writing.
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Thanks so much, Shobana. I suppose each one has their idea of perfect beauty, living or non-living, that’s entirely a different story. Haha! I appreciate your words and you. 🙂
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Think so too, Terveen:) Thank you.
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Such poetic prose! This story is exquisitely beautiful, Terveen.
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Thank you so much, Dawn. I’m glad I was able to convey the man’s love and awe. 🙂
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You definitely did!
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I love how you capture the essence of a story in the right amount of words, Terveen. There is much to think about here and I am taken on a path as to how our minds create in both reality and non-reality. Was there ever a statue? Is this some long-lost love? Beautiful writing.
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Thank you so much, Davy, for digging deeper into this story. I agree that many writings are simply abstractions of the mind and so much can be derived and stated in so many different ways. The beauty of creativity is that it creates its own logic and conclusions instead of following already set patterns. Your questions are reason for questioning and writing more. 🙂
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Haha . You pack so much into so little Terveen 💙
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Thank you so much, Anand. A proper mini-writing punch! Haha. 🙂
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I thought it was going to be a painting but you are always a step ahead of me!
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That was a great possibility too. I think I may be a step behind you. haha! Thanks so much, Geoff. 🙂
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Your hard-luck protagonists are so identifiable, Terveen. I mean, I’ve never had a crush on a statue before, but just the feeling of hopes elevated, then dashed against the stones, is so familiar. I say this often, but you’re a master at characterization and your stories live and breathe because of it. Your tales never disappoint. 🙂
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Thanks a ton, Mike. I suppose I try to get points and feelings across in one way or the other. And if a statue has to play its part to break a man’s heart, then it will. We’ve all been there and felt that. SIGH….
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