Even before the bright green eyes opened she did a quick mental calculation of time for all that she has to do before she can get back at the tapestry she had been working on and strangely was getting hugely attached to. But life isn’t exactly as simple as the final version of the tapestry it’s more like the tricky weaving to get the right combinations of threads and colors.
She wiped her tears not really sure why did they decide to show off their trickling skills first thing in the morning. Like always she gathered herself together, with numerous incomplete thoughts, little lost, little confused and yet smiling like the morning sun.
The fresh fruits in the garden spread their sweet fragrance throughout the large beautiful house. As Naomi got on with the various morning chores the train of thought took her back to her happy place. Actually there was something about the smell of the morning coffee it took her back to her mom’s hundreds of miles away in a tiny village of France. The free mornings there the pampering the love the randomness of life… The usual music that would be on every morning, the sibling quarrels, the disagreement on breakfast and lunch menus, the ganging up in naughty affairs, the crying the not talking the cuddles the beatings the dresses and the smiles…she missed being at home! Suddenly the sound of the doorbell got her back to the present time. She stood there confused – this was her home, this is where she belonged, lived, had a family what’s this about this one thought that kept coming back to her at the most unexpected at the most random hour forcing her to miss “home”!!
She opened the door not noticing anything outside of the door, and walked back to the kitchen. It was Eric with a huge bunch of countless colorful tulips – Naomi’s favorite flowers. It was her birthday today. Eric had learned to deal with Naomi – love her for who she was and even for who she wasn’t… she was caring but particular, loving but not unconditionally, passionate but not too accommodating, helping but choosy … it was a weird combination of good and bad.
At noon when Naomi could finally sit peacefully with her tapestry she smiled. There was a strange connection that was building between the peace of art and her heart. She felt as if her heart was pouring out through the colors and the design on the cloth was actually an outcome of an unconscious conversation between the needle and her heart. She herself wondered how this would end, what would it finally look like, and with a strange ironical feeling be sad as she dint want this tapestry to finish… She was finally talking, talking honestly, without any fear, and was loving it…
All good and bad things come to an end, so did the tapestry – one late night, Naomi sat on the stairs of the veranda leading to the beautiful garden, the full moon light shining on every single flower and leaf of the garden. The tip of her needle was glowing like a tiny diamond sword; the water in the pond in the center of the garden peacefully homed the shadow of the moon unwillingly sharing the room with just one more star. Naomi wondered in bewilderment… she had been sitting there for some hours and had not woven a single thread in all that time. She looked at the piece of cloth with a strange work of art on it that made her smile… that got a tiny droplet of tear in her eye – something deep inside her heart was at peace… and that’s when she was convinced that this was the end of it. She sew no more… she was okay to let this look the way it sat in her lap so bright and shiny and dynamic and yet so quite…!!
The tapestry is exactly how u imagined it to be when u started reading this :)
