Nature’s Tale
- Writers Pouch
- Jan 16, 2016
- 5 min read
Updated: Jul 6
I live above everyone, and when my time comes, I fall to save all the living races. They call me Rain, and I watch over the tale of the sky and earth every day. Though they might seem mingled, they are not just like many relations in the living world. Sometimes I become the reason these relationships are born, and other times I hide their tears and sorrows.
Irrespective of their interpretation, I mostly cherish their choice to be a spectator and sometimes a narrator, too.
“Tara! Tara... wake up, dear; it’s time for your dance class!” said Nirmala, switching off the alarm set by Tara.
It has been a routine for Nirmala to wake her daughter ever since her husband passed away. Tara woke up and got ready for her class. Observing the time, she packed breakfast in a hurry and dropped it into her bag. She took her bicycle keys, rode down the lane, and stopped near a tree to give an old man who lived in a small hut there breakfast. Just like every other day, when given food, the old man smiled and blessed her.
Finishing her schoolwork and helping her mother with dinner, Tara concluded another day following her usual routine. The next day, however, she noticed a foreigner near the old man’s hut, singing and dancing while playing his guitar in a funny outfit.
Realising that he was trying to make the old man happy, Tara giggled. Though the man didn’t bother, Tara handed her breakfast and took his blessing before she rode away, thinking about her father, to whom she thought she was offering food. As she rode, she tried to divert herself rather than recalling him by passing carefully on the muddy road and grassy lanes in the cloudy climate.
