I think of golden, sun-baked fields, of grass growing amongst the pebbles and gravel and the hot sticky asphalt.
I think of overwhelming sunsets, the freedom of the seemingly endless spaces. A place very different to everything I’ve ever known.
I think of being shaped by that place and those people. Of inevitable transformation…
And pressed flowers in an old book.
Of the fine sand that settles over me like a second skin; a soft wind,
particles that might have traveled over great distances, making me long for the places yet to see and the things yet to experience.
A microcosm of existence in just 50 wordless seconds.
A seemingly random arrangement of notes that becomes a coherent whole with a beating heart
Does the music evoke the emotion? Does the resultant journey lend credence to the melody?
All that matters is the piece of my soul willingly given away to something that is by its very nature intangible.
In the end, I settle for letting it all wash over me
Until all that is left is pure, raw
Anushree Nande is a Mumbai-based writer, editor and proofreader with MA & BA Creative Writing degrees from Edge Hill University. She has short stories, essays and poems published on platforms like CommuterLit, When Women Waken, and Flash Fiction Online, among others. Anushree also writes about football, books, movies, TV for websites, blogs and literary magazines. Her micro-fiction collection, 55 Words, is now available on Amazon as a part of Underground Voices’ E-Series, found at www.amazon.com/55-Words-Anushree-Nande-ebook/dp/B01633DIVA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1444052429&sr=8-1&keywords=anushree+nande