neelwrites/spf/flash/fiction/27/01/2019

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FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD

By Neel Anil Panicker

As she walked past the arched colonnade of neatly trimmed magnolia trees, the first thought that sprang to her mind was that it’s so far away from civilisation.

The gentle sway of the palm trees that kissed ones’ ear lobes, the westerly winds that carried the smell of some distant sea waves, the floating azure skies above, and the pin drop silence that greeted her all around____if all this was not bliss, Emma  wondered, then what was.

Today was the third day of her sojourn at Prankatleshwariaysagar, a name so long and tongue twisting that she’s had chopped it to Pran.

Pran___a Sanskrit word, meaning life.

Pran indeed was she was experiencing; enjoying to the hilt, imbibing, internalising the peace she felt with each breath of heavenly air that she inhaled.

Not for an instant had her mind flown back to the concrete jungle that she had left behind. Being her, cocooned in some back of beyond forest outgrowth, totally divorced from the ever hooked on digital world, nothing troubled Emma’s mindscape. Nor the fact that the startup she’d co-founded was in danger of being mauled by bigger, greedier sharks; not also the fact that with the rising sun she would have go fly back to fight the war she had begun.

Unknown to her, a pair of eyes had invaded her La La Land, watching, stalking,  keeping an hawk’s eye over her every move, tracing each muscle sinew through the keyhole of high powered rifle fitted telescopic lens.

Her pran was in danger in Pran.

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