Each one has a story to tell…

Each one has a story to tell… Aaah, such an unremarkable and a predictable beginning to a write up, ain’t it? But you see, its true even the simplest lives have innumerable of ways of depicting themselves. The simplest lives, the most monotonous one..the most monochromatic one could have elements that in conjuncture develop into a phenomena that can be more a complicated one . Or, maybe its perception is so ordinary that we beings who are awake only in a way would hardly notice.

Every story has an ache attached to it. Each story- a contracting and expanding plane, plane of time and memory.

Such pictures painted in red and maroon, highlights of paleness, violence lingering, dominating, a net of undesirable desires, a multitude of rare fortitude and neglected battles, ignored bruises. Hardly an ache without beauty of such sullen pain, beauty of hopeful eyes, nurtured heart, innocence braving, a survival of beauty through it all…

Some find a good ear, an attentive mind to listen, some crawl neglected in the caves of their own loneliness. Story teller, writers, weavers who knit stories for the keen eyed, mild-hearted, Imaginative minded beings. Aren’t they all, aren’t all the beings a little desperate to tell their story? Some tell yours, some tell their own.. yet a part of them explained through it, strewn across the pages, wandering with palms outstretched…leaning to draw you in..embezzling you in to feel them, feel their life…fight the wars they do -with them… see them in those words, in those colors..

The people in their stories.. have a epilogue and preface of their own.. might you heed their emoting eyes, actions and words.. might another story be told about them… For none deserves to disappear without a mark..

Each one hopes for thy own story to be heard… even the observer, the detached objective being, wants to reach you… if only you as a human could promise to hear him… accept him… fear not what you know not… simply feel as you must..

Hope the stories are heard.. hope the aches subside.. hope thy own.. as my own words, thy friends as my friend’s stories reaches thee.. and you listen.. listen with eyes,mind and heart.

 

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4 thoughts on “Each one has a story to tell…

  1. Hi Pranita! It’s great to see you writing again, or at least posting what you write. i love this. i don’t love some of the pain behind some of the words, but I like how you presented the ideas. Everyone is a story wanting to be read and understood. But there’s the rub – we all write our own stories about those around us and don’t’ spend enough time reading the real story in their eyes. I really like the impact of your last paragraph. I hope to see more writing soon!

    Oh, not related, but I liked your selfie on Instagram. I meant to go back and leave a silly comment but time got away from me.

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    • Hi Trent! At times I have felt a dearth of listeners. Rather everyone is caught up in trying to structure their own and others feelings.
      We tell our stories and write them or create visual art but few have the interest and ability to dive deep and walk in those shoes. And each one’s story has elements as valuable and worthy of listen as other’s.

      And that is one funny pic of mine!:D Thanks for reading and checking in on Insta too ! šŸ™‚

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      • It was a funny picture, which is why I like it – it brings out a side of you that you don’t let out in your blog posts very often. Or perhaps, to follow this theme, the picture reveals a few more pages of your story that, although I know they are there, I haven’t yet read šŸ˜‰

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  2. Hehehe.. :D, I guess, the whole story never really gets out šŸ˜€ Our writings portray perhaps portray only an angled view of us šŸ™‚

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