The Sand Storm..

As I hold on to the sand particle

to not get blown away,

I wonder if we would've ever met

had the sand storm not come by.

And now that we did meet

what does it mean for me?

Will I get to say goodbye?

~ Ankur.

The Nubian Village..

Music: Carla Bruni - Quelqu'un m'a dit

The boy stood by the great river.

A gentle dusk breeze blew across his face and he felt an uncharacteristic calm. Sailboats slowly drifted across the river in both directions. The pole star overlooked a line of palm tress that softly swayed with the wind, as if nodding to him in agreement. The dusty form of the Nubian village across the river felt dull, as though colours had been taken away from nature's palette.

The monotone made him think about the people of the Nubian village. He imagined what lives the village folk lived. He pondered over where they went in their small sailboats and what the pole star told them. He wondered if the pole star told him anything.

As the sun set, small lanterns lit up in the village and in the sailboats. It appeared as if the night snapped the village out of slumber. The sailboats looked like small stars navigating the river. The boy could not make out the horizon where the river met the sky. Sailboats and stars transcended and became one.

The wind slowly started to pick up. A flock of gulls flying west appeared hung in the air above the water. The sailboats made haste. The trees danced. The boy saw a desert storm build over the village.

The wind gained sudden force, as if telling him it was time to go. "Where?" he quietly asked the river, bemused.

The river did not answer.

~ Ankur.

Definitely, Maybe..

Music: April's Story - Clint Mansell

The boy and the girl sat on the beach. She looked at him. He looked at the sea.

The waves gently forged towards them, lively and white, paused for a bit, and then silently receded. Sometimes the waves left behind silvery shells around them. The boy picked each shell and put it between them. The girl washed the sand off each shell and collected them in her scarf. Silently, they did this for a few hours.

The boy then looked at the girl. She saw he had something on his palm. It was a blue shell. He said - 'The wave left this behind.' She said - 'Keep it. It's precious.'

They looked in each others' eyes. He said - 'Maybe that wave will come back.' She took his hand in hers, and said - 'Definitely.'

The boy looked at the girl. She looked at the sea.

~ Ankur.