Tuesday, 22 September 2015

The Woman in the Garden



For us, engrossed as we were in our haphazard life plans, she was as inconsequential as the flowers blooming in the garden. She had been creating masterpieces for past few months at an unhurried pace. She was completely at ease with her paints and paint brushes and flowers around her. She seemed untouched by the noxious ways of the world.
We laboured from sunrise to sunset, chasing our dreams. It was an endless chase. But that did not bother us. We were sure that all the odds and ends that we had succeeded to accumulate were prized rewards and our incessant efforts were worth their while.
One day one of us chose to talk to her.
‘I too chased my dreams….and for years….till one day I realized that the chase was as worthless as the dreams that I chased.’
‘You seem to be fascinated by these flowers? You keep painting flowers?’
‘They talk to me….of their impermanence.’ She smiled. It was a smile as beautiful as the flowers around her.
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A post for Three Word Wednesday and FFfAW


16 comments:

  1. I love this! Worthless chasing of worthless dreams is true in many cases and I love how the flowers talk to her. Wonderful story! Thank you for participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge.

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  2. Very nice post with a philosophical message. I like the contrast of the couple rushing around and the artist with her unhurried pace.

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    1. as one advances in the journey, one begins to wonder if the chase was worth it, thanks Deborah for stopping by

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  3. The flowers may wither but their lingering fragrance leaves soothing memories. An inhurried artist only can capture the Nature's beauty. Like the freah approach to the picture prompt.
    http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2015/09/solitary-painter.html?m=1

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  4. An interesting viewpoint and comment of the flower's inpermanence. Maybe, a suggestion that although everybody was out trying to get done what they were doing around the painter, they like the flowers are impermanent to.

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    1. everything is impermanent, the woman was alluding to that impermanence

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  5. Flowers do have their own language...audible to those who love them..:-)

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  6. I like this. And good use of 3ww & FFfAW in the same story :)

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