(Talinn, Estonia | Daniel Pettersson, Google Maps)
Parveen leisurely ambled her way through the narrow cobblestone alley that led to the breathtaking park at Kadriorg. Kadriorg itself was a quaint, leafy and benevolent area within walking distance from the Old Town. Parveen ran her hand through her red-tinged and woodgrain inspired cascading locks. Ribbons of auburn gold were streaked throughout her hair. Otherwise a girl of astonishingly simple wants, the one luxury which she liberally allowed herself to indulge in was dabbling with hair colours.
Taking out a worn out notepad that had dog eared pages, she scribbled, “I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.” Invictus – her favourite poem.
A girl with a maturity belying her age and a resoluteness that was a latent spark of fire, she never carried a camera with her nor used her phone to click pictures. Moments and memories mattered more than Instagram and Facebook!
(Word Count: 150)
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Reading that caused a flash of memory, of being at Art School and filling my sketchbook with descriptive prose. Yea. I am the master of my fate. I thank you for the reminder. 🙂
Wow! That might have been one nostalgic rekindling of memories.
Yea, it was. But also it made me smile. It was a happy memory. A moment of decision, never regretted. I was not to be an artist, but a writer,
Oooh, I like her! A great character study. I especially love the vivid way you rendered her lovely hair.
Thanks Much!
The beauty of her soul is reflected in her hair, me thinks. Love the way she experiences moments the old fashioned yet reliable way.
Totally concur!