This is in response to Rochelle’s Weekly Photo Prompt for Friday Fictioneers.
Word Count: 100
I lit the candles with a heavy heart.
They said it was a powerful place where unfulfilled wishes got heard.
I sat in the pew to pray. With my head bowed and hands clasped.
It was almost evening..
In that unmelted solitude I opened my heart to The Supreme.
And then invading the silence rose a thousand voices in ethereal melody.
The nuns sang not from their hearts but from their sacred souls. Nuns who had vowed never ever to appear in public.
A week later I got the transfer letter – I was going back to my family!!!!
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Words: 98
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The Carmelite Church Kolkata – Pic Courtesy Abhishruti Sinha
Awww. Geeta di… that was such a moving story !!
It sounds like one of those rarest of rare moments where both heart and world perfectly aligns🌷☺️
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Thank you Aparna. Yes, it’s a beautiful church and when the nuns sing it just induces goosebumps. You cannot see them but only hear them.
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I can already sense the same from your words ❤️
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Thank you, Geeta, for the beautifully written story and images!
Joanna
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Thank you Joanna. It’s based on personal experience of hearing the Carmelite nuns sing.
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Thank you, Geeta, I had the recording of the chants and loved listening to them.
Joanna
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A well constructed story
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Thank you very much Derrrick
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I loved “unmelted solitude”
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Thank you so much Neil
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An uplifting story Geeta
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Thank you so much Ange
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You are very welcome ♥️
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Very uplifting.
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Nicely done
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Thank you very much
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Beautifully written, Geeta. I, too, loved the unmelted solitude.
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Thank you so much Dale
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😊
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A happy ending.
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I love the sound of “unmelted solitude”, but I want to understand what that means. Your words blend smoothly.
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It’s the way you see solitude…. interpretation is yours
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That ending hits hard, GC.
Faith clearly pulled some strings backstage!
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Faith can move mountains
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really fulfilling ending to your story and I liked this line so much “nuns sang not from their hearts but from their sacred souls.“
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Thank you very much Yvette for reading the story and the appreciation
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🙂🙂
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A very inspiring story Geeta.
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Thank you very much Sadje
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You’re most welcome
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What a satisfying conclusion to your story! That line about the nuns singing not from their hearts but from their sacred souls—it’s absolutely exquisite.
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Thank you very much Ravindraji
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What a beautiful uplifting story. I loved that the nuns sang from their “sacred souls.”
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Thank you so much KA
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Well done.
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The power of prayer. Nicely done, Geeta
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Having faith in the Supreme power. Heartfelt story.
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Thank you Rupali
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prayer works. i believe that with all my heart.
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Thank you very much. I too believe in prayers.
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Dear Geeta,
Lovely, descriptive piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle.
Namaste
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Geeta, I am overjoyed for her and her family ❤
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Thank you so much Lisa. It’s really a very happy occasion to unite with the family
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You’re very welcome ❤
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Such a nice little story, Geeta!
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Thank you so much Chris
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Is the photo from where St. Theresa worked? Good story, Geeta.
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