I came up with the idea of writing a book by postcrossing:) I made up the title: Singing of white butterflies, the rest is up to you:) If you want to join us, please read first, what was written earlier, and then on the postcard you’re sending me, add another piece.
Prologue
Kolkata India, second half of the 19th century.
It was a beautiful, bright morning, and there was a fog from the river.
I have always loved this time of day. When it’s quiet, the world can speak to you. The earth whispers it’s wishes and hopes you can help make then true. And you believe that you will be to fulfil it’s wishes. You feel buoyant. I see the dove, on silver pinions, who wings her peaceful way.
She slivers knowing that she will have to leave soon. Apprehensively…
She was embarking on another day on a journey that would take her not only through the world, but also into herself – her greatest fears and worries. Tomorrow she was to wake up in Kolkata for the last time in her life. Her next wakes would be in other places, in other worlds. She would be surrounded by other people, other smells, other stars. She has to put the last thing in the moving boxes tommorow before she can leave. Europe would be so different for her. She took a look around the cozy litte room that had been her home since childhood, drinking in the sight of the sun streaming throng brightly, patterned curtairs, the small bookshel over flowing with her favorite novels, the framed picture of her grandparents, both gone now, whose kindly smiles beamed down on her, as if to encourage her. When she finished sending the package, she stood by the river. Some waterbirds were resting their wings.
She lets herself out of the house into the cool morning air and takes the path towards the river. She has spent every day of her life beside this river and this will be her lost walk. She soaks in the feelings and sounds of her home, the familiar smells and voices. Will she ever return here? Who knows?
A duck rose from the bushes, she was briefly frightened but then she continued her way over the dewy grass. Spring was her favorite time of year to visit the river. She loved watching the birds returns and flowers bloom. Maybe she could find a river to visit on her journey to remaind her of home.
The night was deep and peacful but suddenly she heard something behind her, like feet in the leaves, a broken branch. When she turned, she saw two yellow eyes in the bush.
„No, not the cat.”
Cats scared sneak and this are troubles. It is her friend and wait just let he go. She turned away with regret and moved toward a new future.
Chapter 1
Journey to Europe
It was steamy and muggy. Fumes of stench were being brought in from the Ganges delta. Calcutta stank, and the holy river flowed as it did. The steamer aboard which she was aboard was gulping water in a slow forward march. As she observed people going about their daily lives on the shore, she thought back upon the weeks of praparation as she was now leaving her own life behind, only to start a new one.
„Not only cats can have more than one life”, she mused.
Autors:
| It was a beautiful, bright morning, and there was a fog from the river. | 18.10.2020- Rulez260 (Germany) |
| I have always loved this time of day. When it’s quiet, the world can speak to you. The earth whispers it’s wishes and hopes you can help make then true. | 16.08.2021 – bealou42 (USA) |
| And you believe that you will be to fulfil it’s wishes. You feel buoyant. | 10.04.2022 – Scott and Suzy (USA) |
| I see the dove, on silver pinions, who wings her peaceful way. | 02.11.2022 – Erica (Germany) |
| A soft scent of ylang and jasmine fills the valley. She slivers knowing that she will have to leave soon. Apprehensively… | 14.11.2022 – Johanna (Netherland) |
| She was embarking on another day on a journey that would take her not only through the world, but also into herself – her greatest fears and worries. Tomorrow she was to wake up in Kolkata for the last time in her life. Her next wakes would be in other places, in other worlds. She would be surrounded by other people, other smells, other stars. | 14.11.2022 – Rulez260 (Germany) |
| She has to put the last thing in the moving boxes tommorow before she can leave. Europe would be so different for her | 19.12.2022 Bodine (Netherlands) |
| She took a look around the cozy litte room that had been her home since childhood, drinking in the sight of the sun streaming throng brightly, patterned curtairs, the small bookshel over flowing with her favorite novels, the framed picture of her grandparents, both gone now, whose kindly smiles beamed down on her, as if to encourage her. | 14.03.2023 Sue G (USA) |
| When she finished sending the package, she stood by the river. Some waterbirds were resting their wings. | 20.03.2023 Miyuki (Japan) |
| She lets herself out of the house into the cool morning air and takes the path towards the river. She has spent every day of her life beside this river and this will be her lost walk. She soaks in the feelings and sounds of her home, the familiar smells and voices. Will she ever return here? Who knows? | 24.03.2023 Michelle (New Zealand |
| A duck rose from the bushes, she was briefly frightened but then she continued her way over the dewy grass. | 17.05.2023 Pia (Germany) |
| Spring was her favorite time of year to visit the river. She loved watching the birds returns and flowers bloom. Maybe she could find a river to visit on her journey to remaind her of home. | 17.05.2023 Natalie (USA) |
| The night was deep and peacful but suddenly she heard something behind her, like feet in the leaves, a broken branch. When she turned, she saw two yellow eyes in the bush. | 20.09.2023 Claire (Belgien) |
„No, not the cat.” Cats scared sneak and this are troubles. It is her friend and wait just let he go. | 11.05.2024 Carmen (Germany) |
| She turned away with regret and moved toward a new future. It was steamy and muggy. Fumes of stench were being brought in from the Ganges delta. Calcutta stank, and the holy river flowed as it did. The steamer aboard which she was aboard was gulping water in a slow forward march. | 11.05.2024 Rulez260 (Germany) |
As she observed people going about their daily lives on the shore, she thought back upon the weeks of praparation as she was now leaving her own life behind, only to start a new one. „Not only cats can have more than one life”, she mused. | 05.06.2024 almostkiwi (Germany) |
