ode to sad disco
02-03-2015, 07:14 PM
A loud but gentle sigh floated from Nagendra’s open mouth as his gaze soaked in the most beautiful pink he’d ever seen. Much like he had stumbled upon the grove of trees, all the same in their bent forms and draping, vine-y branches, he had now come across a forest of pink, flowery trees. He took a slow step forward, passing himself into the shadow of the grove while his eyes swept from one blooming figure to the next. His mouth remained unhinged in a faint, awestruck smile. His spine tingled with joy – his body and mind immersed in a full feeling of delight. Everywhere he went, there was some beautiful wonder of Mother nature to behold! And being so driven by new experiences and beautiful sights, every journey was ecstasy for Nagendra Bahri.
The grass below his feet was green and lush – the brilliant trees having shared the sunlight with the other flora as well. He sighed again, feeling okay to make noise in his assumed isolation, and wiggled his toes a little. Then his grin flashed a bit wider – innocent and pure – and he sank down to the ground. There, he rolled over on his back and gazed up at the underside of the tree he lay beneath. He writhed a bit to feel the grass against his back, then stretched his legs, growing more comfortable by the second. ”Oh, if everyone could see… the things I have seen,” he said softly to himself. He wasn’t sure if his family was as interested in new and foreign things as he was, but they would at least be shocked by some of it. Pink trees and red wolves! He laughed aloud, shutting his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he couldn’t help but stare contentedly once more at the little puffy flowers that sprouted from the trees branches. It was nice, here in the shade, with the scent of the sweetest flowers floating through the air. Perhaps he ought to hang around here awhile – spend the night.
The grass below his feet was green and lush – the brilliant trees having shared the sunlight with the other flora as well. He sighed again, feeling okay to make noise in his assumed isolation, and wiggled his toes a little. Then his grin flashed a bit wider – innocent and pure – and he sank down to the ground. There, he rolled over on his back and gazed up at the underside of the tree he lay beneath. He writhed a bit to feel the grass against his back, then stretched his legs, growing more comfortable by the second. ”Oh, if everyone could see… the things I have seen,” he said softly to himself. He wasn’t sure if his family was as interested in new and foreign things as he was, but they would at least be shocked by some of it. Pink trees and red wolves! He laughed aloud, shutting his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he couldn’t help but stare contentedly once more at the little puffy flowers that sprouted from the trees branches. It was nice, here in the shade, with the scent of the sweetest flowers floating through the air. Perhaps he ought to hang around here awhile – spend the night.