(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. 🙂
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Wow! That might have been one nostalgic rekindling of memories.
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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,
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Oooh, I like her! A great character study. I especially love the vivid way you rendered her lovely hair.
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Thanks Much!
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The beauty of her soul is reflected in her hair, me thinks. Love the way she experiences moments the old fashioned yet reliable way.
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Totally concur!
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