Showing posts with label Short Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Short Stories. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 September 2018

An Ayurvedic Journey - The Introspective Path Through Myself

Let me tell you about how magical life is, and how unique experiences could balance the chaos in your life. Well, let me elaborate it for you, end I hope you’ll enjoy your reading!

This spring I had one of the most extraordinary experiences in my life, for what I remember.
I booked for my middle-thirty-something birthday an Ayurvedic consultation with massage. The meeting consisted of 30 minutes of filling a form and chat with the Ayurvedic doctor about myself. Well, quite tricky include all your troubles and your life resume in that short time, but hey! You try to focus on your thoughts and feeling in the last six months at least, as a result of all your past. After all, the goal was to picture “Where am I at this stage of my life?”, and all I did in the past was just a consequence of being myself today.

Sunday, 19 March 2017

Safety on Board

She's flying somewhere, mulling over her thoughts and worries. Onboard several passengers are reading. Others are silent, unable to fall asleep.

Sunday, 12 February 2017

Keen


The moon was in the last crescent that night, and the trees' branches bent as shadowed claws on the path he was walking. A mournful, melancholy cry broke the dead of night. He sped up his pace, his heart on his throat.

Sunday, 15 January 2017

Elapsed Among The Stars


We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. 
Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love... 
and then we return home.
Australian Aboriginal Proverb

Another afternoon passed. 
The orange evening light coloured the living room, and the pendulum on the clock relentlessly marked the time. Since yesterday an annoying buzz spread all around at irregular intervals, but at the moment everywhere was still damned silent.
Only the chaos inside me is desecrating the illusory quiet night..., Alioth thought.
He went back to the armchair and closed his eyes. He realised that the noises outside had stopped, and they had been replaced by an annoying silence. He had not eaten much in the last three days, and he felt frail.