G for Gossamer
The very word seems made of the same material it describes
---ethereal, gauzy, wispy!
It conjures up images of early morning stalks of
grass, bejewelled with dew glinting in the sun.
It reminds one of all the fairy
tales read in childhood, which spoke of clothes spun from cobwebs, of invisible
cloaks shimmering into and out of nothingness.
One thinks of the diaphanous wings of dragonflies, poised a
breath over the water surface.
It brings to mind the silken fetters of love. Delicate as
chiffon, strong as steel.
A Mulmul saree, the pride of a master weaver, the vanity of
a beautiful woman.
An insubstantial touch, dreamlike in nature. A filmy curtain
screening elusive thoughts.
Gossamer is grace, underlining the transient nature
of life.
love the post.. just like the word you talk about.. :)brought a smile
ReplyDeleteI am becoming a fan of yours. Beautiful prose.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much! This means a lot!
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