About the end of “Nostalgia”

I’ve been thinking a lot/ dangerous!/ since I posted part 3 of “Nostalgia” and in my attempts to write down the end, I’ve decided that some things are better left alone, in the past, where they belong. To tell you the truth, my major discovery writing “Nostalgia” was that writing non-fiction is really hard and emotionally consuming, beyond repair. I thought since I don’t have to use my imagination to come up with the actions and the words, because they already exist, it would be easy. All I needed was a creative presentation. Wrong! It takes more than creativity …

To those who wanted a happy end of the story, unfortunately, I can’t offer you one. But know, if there was a happy end in this particular story, I wouldn’t be in Greece right now, I wouldn’t have discovered the charm in learning languages. I probably wouldn’t speak English or write poetry and I wouldn’t know any of you that I’ve met through my poetry blog, so this is the only good outcome I can offer you right now.

Someone asked me years ago, how do I still have faith in love and romance, when the right question should’ve been- How many times love can take the life out of your heart before it stops beating? The answers is – as long as you have faith, your heart will always survive …

Few months ago I started a fictional story, which has the capacity to grow into a novel/ this is to answer Victoria’s question about turning one of my stories into a novel/. The winter blues and the cold had a bad effect on my inspiration and I stopped the research for the story. Since I’ve discovered that I’m a much better writer/ if I can call myself a writer at all!/ when it comes to fiction, I will continue with what I’ve started last summer. And who knows, one day there might be a book with my name on it?!?

The events in the story take part in India, so, to all readers and visitors, Indian or not, if there is anything that you would like to share about the country, interesting facts, places or traditions worth exploring, maybe books that could help me learn more about it, anything connected to India, please, feel free to share with me. There will be a page on the top right side of my blog called “Sparkles of India”, it will be a place open for suggestions, discussions, facts about India.

And to end this post, I would like to say “Thank you” to everyone that have been and will continue to be part of my blog. I sometimes don’t get the chance to return visits or find good enough words to express my gratitude or appreciation of your talents, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t notice every act of kindness and every word you create …

Love & Peace …

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“Hold my hand forever” by Sonam Mandal

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Pencils delight

“I have owed you this letter for a very long time-
but my fingers have avoided the pencil as though it were an old and poisoned tool. “
~ John Steinbeck

Thanks to Michelle Wallace from “Writer~in~transit” for the inspiration. I’m sorry that it took me so long to reply to the challenge sent in a hand-written letter by Michelle. There is nothing like the joy of finding little blue envelope in the mail box after a long day at work. Thank you Michelle! I also submit this to Victoria’s Monday Morning Writing Prompt with theme – Back to school.

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pencils delight

yellow are the costumes
of the tree leaves,
yellow is the first color
in the pencil’s box,
leading the wooden soldiers
to class with joy.
one merry smile with red charm,
we blend the graphite and
there comes the orange balance.
a tiny bit of green to keep
the youth of the grass in summer,
blue shadows coming from the sea
and the breeze on the sky.
an addition of purple
for every innocent twilight,
with a pinch of pink for the cheeks
in a walk in the mountains,
a lullaby for the dark colors
to keep them jolly in their sleep.
and when the teacher’s bell rings,
let’s pack them in a bag,
relish the tour on the school bus;
let’s start the year with
blessings from the angels;
let’s sing and recite and
learn the secrets of pencils delight.

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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Sci-fi world

To become a human

On a planet X, Martian girl- tourist, dressed in stardust and silk,
waits on a queue and speaks to her personal Moon.
“The hours on the waiting line are worth” – she says,
and step after step, to the emerald salesman she moves.
With the speed of the light it was supposed to be,
but alas, time froze, the orbits were on strike again.
She thought of astronauts, she prayed for iron rain,
she dreamed of umbrellas that will hide her antenna
and when she finally reached the counter,
her nikon eyes, her smile in innocent tungsten, crossing gigabites,
faced the solar robot, selling all kind of artificial goods:
“One ticket to the Earth please and advice how can I fit in a human outfit?

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“Miss Martian Digital Dream Girl” by Jason Canty on deviantart.com

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles