Ebb and Flow Series


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(Today, I bring to you, “Ebb and Flow”,  a series of short tales that will make you reflect and ponder.  If you like this story and would like to connect with me, please hit the “subscribe” button.)


It was the river’s turn that night. As big, white clouds began to float over us, she began. I listened.

“Durga loved the sounds of the forest. In the village, as shadows darkened and people would lock their doors and latch their windows, Durga would wait. For the faint rustle of the nameless leaf somewhere not far away. The hurried scurrying of a rabbit and the fox as they disappeared into the bushes. The owl that would start to hoot, even as she tried to keep her sleep at bay, the huge Sal tree that breathed easy in her backyard and finally, the occasional deep snore of the beast.  

Durga would become restless then. She would open the door lightly and step into the darkness. As she would lower herself lightly on the cement bench, the scents of the forest  would gently envelope her—the woody aroma emanating from across the yonder brook as it mingled with the deep, earthy fragrance of soil, root, pebbles and animal breaths.

A primordial force would lodge itself in Durga’s throat. It was as though she was one with the forest. All at once she would want to run through the forest. It was as though deep within her was an ancient drum whose beats would fill her with raw energy.

But the forest was forest.

 And Durga was Durga.

The forest embraced sunshine and raindrops on its naked flesh.

Durga felt the winter’s bite on her soul.

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The forest would be privy to the many conversations between bird and beast whereas Durga only had that ancient drum within her. And that too would remain silent on most days.

Durga’s eyes would singe with tears.

She would continue sitting there as though waiting for her inner drum to burst into a rhythm, into a song. So that she could dance her way into the forest and sit by the ancient campfires.

So day after day, she would sit there with longing in her heart.

And then one day when her eyes became heavy with sleep and she was about to go into her house, something caught her eyes. It was as though right in front of her was a path laid down for her. A path illuminated by hundreds and thousands of glittering fireflies– each one flapping its tiny wings and casting light her way. Lightness filled Durga’s entire being.

“Thum…thum…thum,” a faint sound reached her ears.

Durga did not know whether it was the drum in her heart or the music of the fireflies.

But at that moment it did not matter. Durga continued sitting there soaking in the ambiance of it all.

Sometime in the morning as the Eastern sky began to fill with crimson rays and the sky began to fill with the squawking of egrets, Mynahs and bulbuls, Durga walked back into her hut.

“Thum…thum…thum,” the beats continued to echo in her ears. But now they were just a buzz, a whisper.

Durga rested her head on the pillow.”

“When was the last time you listened to the thum…thum..thum of your ancient drumbeats? When was the last time, you let sleep just be?” the river asked me as I stared at the galaxies far and beyond.

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  1. Abhishek Hemraj

    Beautiful, calming & clear. Could really feel the forest!

    1. Sridevi74

      Thank you so much Abhishek. 🙂

  2. Colleen

    One of these nights, I will become Durga. So beautifully written, one gets totally immersed in the sights & sounds of the night.

    1. Sridevi74

      Thank you so much my dear friend. 🙂

  3. Chakra Incognita

    Deliciously alluring and sensuous. Enjoying as I sip my coffee and sense monsoon in the air.

    1. Sridevi74

      Monsoon is here too Chakra. Enjoy your coffee and have another on me. 🙂

  4. Maitreyee

    I heard the thum of my heart when I was 17 and it sings and sings and sings and still I am afraid to let go of myself and dance to its tune.. I wonder when I will be courageous enough to do it.

    1. Sridevi74

      Make the intention and you will be able to my friend. 🙂

  5. Anees Ahmed

    It’s lovely as always.

    1. Sridevi74

      Thank you so much Anees. 🙂

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