This day of all days...

shushanika · Feb 2, 2005, 17:59

It’s that time of the year. That very month. It’s the day. This day of all days and I’m miles away under a radiat sky and around glorious palms whereas elsewhere the sky is heavy and overcast, the ground glazed with ice, trees white, magnificent buildings and broad streets...

Yerevan, gray and dull in February, almost lethargic and yet how much I miss it right now, on this very day, how much i miss the mood, that very state matching with the month. Nostalgia, a wistful longing for a moment in the past, a particular event, a mood, emotional state.

February and the sun is bright. From where I am at, outside my window palm trees stretch towards the sun. The sky is blue, the kind of blue that can only be seen in a place that does not know cold. And yet I think about a place, that place under a different sky, laden with heavy clouds, the world white and trees covered with snow. And i long for winter, for the snow. Somewhere there, under the different sky I could’ve been living a different life. Somewhere there I would be waking up to snow and not the sunshine.

I am currently working on a story. The story about Yerevan, or rather of events taking place in Yerevan. The story that requires a lot more than the power of memory. It demands that one state, the state of absolute solitude, the frenzied solitude, the listless, restless search, the experience of this absolute freedom and yet the only way i can experience this solitude and boundless and binding freedom is through my writing, through dreams and their actualization through writing, however limiting it might be, limited by words, by sentences and paragraphs...
Perhaps this is why I started posting here. To somehow, through the ciber space get closer to the place where the very events of my story took place.
So that either through repetition, or comments i will find additional guidence, or else inspiration to invest into the work that's taking up all of my energy and some more. I wish i could write all this in Armenian. I wish i could get comments of some kind. Bear with me. Thank you
Nika

shushanika · Feb 2, 2005, 21:27

thank YOU!!! (A big smile not to be expressed by an emoticon)

acid · Feb 3, 2005, 06:30

Nika, nice relaxing story.
I like it exactly in English, so don't regret

Also writing the stories about Armenia in English allows more people to enjoy it.

Thanks and keep the good work up!

Moonlight · Feb 3, 2005, 09:13

& welcome to our 'Literary nook' board with your stories! keen to read more & more of them

shushanika · Feb 3, 2005, 13:18

Thank you for your nice welcome. Hopefully I'll finish my story soon, it really needs to be written out. I'll be coming to Yerevan in the near future, that might help!!!! Can't wait!
And yeah, I'll keep posting. I am definitely enjoying this forum, A LOT.

Red Stone · Feb 5, 2005, 01:25

Thanks, Nika!

For the touch of a clean good english somewhat rare these days and particularly in this place, and mainly for the beating heart I felt (didn't guess) under your words!

Cheers!

shushanika · Feb 6, 2005, 14:16

Thank you Red Stone and everybody else. Any words of encouragement mean a lot to me. Sometimes i feel like every day is one of these days of all days.

Feb 2, 2005, 17:59	#1
shushanika Дошкольник Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Florida, United States Posts: 131 Rep Power: 4 Reputation: 10	This day of all days... It’s that time of the year. That very month. It’s the day. This day of all days and I’m miles away under a radiat sky and around glorious palms whereas elsewhere the sky is heavy and overcast, the ground glazed with ice, trees white, magnificent buildings and broad streets... Yerevan, gray and dull in February, almost lethargic and yet how much I miss it right now, on this very day, how much i miss the mood, that very state matching with the month. Nostalgia, a wistful longing for a moment in the past, a particular event, a mood, emotional state. February and the sun is bright. From where I am at, outside my window palm trees stretch towards the sun. The sky is blue, the kind of blue that can only be seen in a place that does not know cold. And yet I think about a place, that place under a different sky, laden with heavy clouds, the world white and trees covered with snow. And i long for winter, for the snow. Somewhere there, under the different sky I could’ve been living a different life. Somewhere there I would be waking up to snow and not the sunshine. I am currently working on a story. The story about Yerevan, or rather of events taking place in Yerevan. The story that requires a lot more than the power of memory. It demands that one state, the state of absolute solitude, the frenzied solitude, the listless, restless search, the experience of this absolute freedom and yet the only way i can experience this solitude and boundless and binding freedom is through my writing, through dreams and their actualization through writing, however limiting it might be, limited by words, by sentences and paragraphs... Perhaps this is why I started posting here. To somehow, through the ciber space get closer to the place where the very events of my story took place. So that either through repetition, or comments i will find additional guidence, or else inspiration to invest into the work that's taking up all of my energy and some more. I wish i could write all this in Armenian. I wish i could get comments of some kind. Bear with me. Thank you Nika __________________ Nika

Feb 2, 2005, 21:27	#2
shushanika Дошкольник Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Florida, United States Posts: 131 Rep Power: 4 Reputation: 10	thank YOU!!! (A big smile not to be expressed by an emoticon) __________________ Nika

Feb 3, 2005, 06:30	#3
acid Administrator Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: South Korea, Gumi Posts: 7,273 Blog Entries: 15 Rep Power: 10 Reputation: 372	Nika, nice relaxing story. I like it exactly in English, so don't regret Also writing the stories about Armenia in English allows more people to enjoy it. Thanks and keep the good work up! __________________ http://big-acid.blogspot.com/

Feb 3, 2005, 09:13	#4
Moonlight Silence Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: back to meta level Posts: 3,924 Blog Entries: 3 Rep Power: 5 Reputation: 189	& welcome to our 'Literary nook' board with your stories! keen to read more & more of them __________________ Nothing is eternal under the Moon… Miacum.am

Feb 3, 2005, 13:18	#5
shushanika Дошкольник Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Florida, United States Posts: 131 Rep Power: 4 Reputation: 10	Thank you for your nice welcome. Hopefully I'll finish my story soon, it really needs to be written out. I'll be coming to Yerevan in the near future, that might help!!!! Can't wait! And yeah, I'll keep posting. I am definitely enjoying this forum, A LOT. __________________ Nika

Feb 5, 2005, 01:25	#6
Red Stone Provocative Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Ilha dos Amores Posts: 1,427 Rep Power: 7 Reputation: 99	Thanks, Nika! For the touch of a clean good english somewhat rare these days and particularly in this place, and mainly for the beating heart I felt (didn't guess) under your words! Cheers! __________________ Red Stone J'ai besoin de toi, De tes mains sur moi, De ton corps doux et chaud, J'ai envie d'être aimé Domino From a beautiful love song of the 50s called Domino, music by Louis Ferrari, lyrics by Jacques Plante Last edited by Red Stone : Feb 6, 2005 at 22:47.

Feb 6, 2005, 14:16	#7
shushanika Дошкольник Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Florida, United States Posts: 131 Rep Power: 4 Reputation: 10	Thank you Red Stone and everybody else. Any words of encouragement mean a lot to me. Sometimes i feel like every day is one of these days of all days. __________________ Nika

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