She Wrote a Word

She was looking into her album. Perhaps, She would write a story for herself. A moment for a little adventure. Reality is a platform to live and breathe. And imagination is a doorway to relief. She needed relief, for her tired mind and body. She needed a scope for imagination. “A picture would give you a story. Think in a relaxed way, you do not have to judge anything, You do not have to come up with A fabricated picture of how grandiose and verbose a creative piece could be. Just think through it. “ That was the best suggestion that she could provide herself. The First Picture It was holding a forest with the sister lake with close intimacy. A narrow path went straight across the greenery, Beyond the vast horizon, there were shadows of mountains, And clouded mountaintops. What do you see? She whispered to herself. And she wrote the first word Silence. The Second Picture It was of an interesting subject, a beautiful deer. A brown deer with white spots on the body. The picture had the deer looking straight at the photographer, but she did not return any stare. A gentle, innocent look.A gentle, innocent look of a deer. She wrote the second word Innocence. The Third Picture Two strong horses.They were grazing on a field . Not a voluptuous moment though. Two strong horses on their own. She wrote the third word Strength. The Fourth Picture It was a piece of greenery with an isolated, lonely house. The yellow vast field could be monotonous, but it is not. Rather it was making the house more isolated, lonelier. And she wrote the fourth word Solitude. The Fifth Picture It was the last picture. A hazy sun in a clouded morning sky. A greenery with a heartfelt warmth, A new day, a new beginning, She wrote her final word Magnanimity. Will you try to be? She whispered to herself, She could only hear her own voice , returning back.