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My very short story called, ‘Passing the delight’.

My very short story called, ‘Passing the delight’.


My favorite thing – writes the woman now in her mid-thirties – is to trail behind the knowingness that came from walking behind her father whenever he took her during her childhood and youngster’s period. How much ever the span of adulthood fade into her, she still remains fresh and as sure – as the sun would come out in a few hours of that spring time that she is writing – that she could get lost in gaping at the wonders. The father knows the city pavement that they are walking through is bewildering yet it fails to take him over as if the city itself cannot fool him and is delighted just like her. He has wandered the nook and corners and going behind his knowingness, nothing disturbs her – only delight comes to her more and more. Her favorite is walking through to feasting in the restaurants. Somehow nothing seems to bother her. All that her life has worked with her takes on value and meaning. Now she has to find a way to be as he is, so she could pass on the delight. She has to write to keep her self alive. It is time for her to delight standing on her own two legs. She will carry that knowingness and security that she was given. She prays. She prays that nothing should disturb her, in the path toward passing the delight.






Further Reading:
Thay Thich Nhat Hahn's 'Peace is Every Step'
Julia Cameron's 'The Right to Write'