Deep in a cavern, as a tramp waits earnestly for the golden rays of the rising sun to touch him through the crevices, shoals of fish scurry in the deep waters of the sea, some narrowly escaping becoming a meal and others not so lucky. Waves crash the shore sometimes carrying treasures hitherto hidden beneath.
As the sea merges into the ocean, bending around straits, gushing into trenches, a deep sea diver plunges into the depths, going deeper and deeper, until the beams of sunlight no longer illuminate the translucent waters around him. He soaks in the silent calm of a beautiful world that exists below the one we inhabit.
Back at the beach, the day progresses. The calm of dawn makes way for the chaos of crowds – first the distance swimmers, then the early picnickers, lovers, families and eager children. Hawkers and shack owners open shop. Sounds of deep-throated laughter, excited succesful shell seekers and the distant blaring of ship horns fills the air.
Amidst the crowd, a young woman with deep pockets, sunbathes in an expensive bathing suit and a pompous hat, having lavishly slathered on some deeply nourishing moisturiser and sunscreen lotion. When she’s done, she wraps her colourful sarong, folds her portable lounger and drives away in her fancy car with a swag that screams empowerment.
From the distance, the tramp watches her go. He glances at his family, waiting for some careless or generous picnickers to leave behind scraps. Many eyed them with a deep sense of disdain, some with genuine sympathy, some simply ignored them. Over time, he had learnt to identify those with beauty that was only skin-deep.
He held a deep seated desire in his heart that one day he’d build his family a place they could call home. He would be like the roots that dig deep and make themselves rough so the trees that stand on them can flower. He stares at the horizon as dusk settles over the ocean.
A couple sits on a solitary rock, deep in conversation, their fingers entwined and their eyes soaking in the sunset. Their bond deepens as they together watch the sky go from blue to yellow, orange to red, then a deep crimson until the blazing sun sets, carrying the promise of a brand new dawn tomorrow.
As sunset gives in to twilight, which in turn makes way for night, hundreds of shining stars and a faint crescent moon adorn the black velvety sky. The tramp wishes fervently as he sees a shooting star. He settles in to sleep, a smile on his face and a secret hope deep in his heart.
A rather long intro but I tried something different today – each of the above paragraphs is exactly 55 words!! A barrage of 5word5 your way!!
What to do? I’ve had a long day but I had to compensate for the late post by making it worth your while to read! So I hope you enjoyed it!
And on that note, moving on to the real 5word5 of the day!
The long, clandestine phone calls, weekend meetings, sudden dinner plans with “friends” – how could she not see through the telltale signs. It wasn’t until she saw “Sweetheart” flash on his phone for a number that wasn’t hers that she realised how deeply entrenched in the relationship she was and how blind it had made her!
Ashok Wahi (blog)
‘Kahin deep jalen kahin dil‘ was a favourite song of my youth. But I do realise that this deep is not the deep that Sloka is talking about. She is a smart and deep young lady and may not even know the song: Kahin deep jalen kahin dil. I hope my deep is good enough!
Haha, indeed uncle, this wasn’t the deep I was referring to but what is 5word5 if not the freedom of interpretation!! Happy to have rekindled some happy youthful memories for you!
Shruti Pimplikar (blog)
I found myself on an empty, abandoned road. There were plain green fields on both sides with no cars or humans in sight. I searched for the horizon on both sides. It was being elusive. I kept walking along the stretch feeling a deep sense of calm. This was one of my favourite dreams, yet.
It was the first day as an intern. The time to practically apply all the acquired knowledge. Posted in the emergency. It was a busy night. The wounds were fresh, deep and oozing. There were tiny glass chips. The wound needed meticulous cleaning and neat closure. Tough job but was totally satisfied with the output.
The bees and birds would surround him
on balmy summer evenings.
Ducks would walk past by him, but never really engage.
“Ha! Nothing here”, said the Men.
“Not a peep!”, quacked the ducks.
But then it shone brightly one autumn evening.
Revealing a thriving aquatic life.
Did they really know,
that Still Water Runs Deep?
The competition was getting intense. Each one had mastered the culinary skills in depth. The sound of the mustard seeds crackling, the aroma of the exotic spices and the exquisite finesse of the dishes left the judges in awe. The final task was a test of time management and skill. The winner was truly deserving.
Even though Govind had a decent season with “Chennai Legends” in Pro-Kabaddi League, Indian control board for Kabaddi didn’t select him for this year’s “South Asian Games”. He was unhappy and not in a mood to meet any channels and well-wishers. Govind was deeply worried by constantly consuming social media and taking in others’ thoughts.
Nicely combined themes 33 and 34, Snacky 🙂
Deep within her, a little life was taking form. One that would show them it is possible to love more deeply than they could imagine, care more for than themselves or anyone else in the world and feel their heart beat outside of their body. Oh! they had no idea what unbridled joys awaited them!
She mixed some dark blue, magenta, light red and black. She kept mixing till she got the perfect shade of deep aubergine purple she wanted. She smeared it all over her canvas, adding swirls of blue and black and a layer of scattered white spots to get the perfect galaxy to lose herself deeply in!