The Map

"Hey, we lost the map", he told me.

I stopped dead in my tracks, I had not expected that. He seemed pretty scared too. This was an unexpected situation, we had to take a few things for granted right?

Then I realized and it dawned upon me that it really did not matter. So I told him, "hmm...I think that is ok".

"What? How is that ok? How will we find the treasure now?", he almost screamed.

I told him in a calm voice, "you want to find the treasure, right?"

"yes", he softly replied.

"Then go and search it, find it all by yourself. Isn't it possible that you will get something much more valuable? And what if the map was wrong?"
"And then, what is the point of searching for someone else's treasure?"

"If you want your treasure, then go find it yourself, make a map for yourself."

I turned towards him but he had already gone, I heard him whistling some tune as his steps merrily fell on his journey.

(c) Deapesh.

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Thunder storms......

I wait all afternoon for the thunder storms, after having read in the weather site that they were to pass through my city. In few moments, the whole weather changed, from a hot sunny afternoon to a dark overcast stormy late evening. The change is very dramatic.

And then, in another few minutes, it starts raining with a vengeance. As if, it was some revenge. My thoughts drift to a different time. At the same place, where now I watch the storm through the open windows, might have been natives a long long ago. What they would have felt at this sudden change? To what would they have attributed this sudden outburst? Something for which I eagerly awaited all afternoon to watch from the confines of my room, would surely have elicited a completely different response from them.

I see them running around...trying to get into shelters that won't protect them from this fury. There huddled up, I see fear in the face of the family head. I sense wonder and fear, mixed with the smell of the wet earth.

And as soon as it had arrived, it passes away. As if nothing had happened at all. What would they have attributed to be the reason for the abatement of the storm? I don't know. But for me a storm seems to be beautiful and exciting.

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Tag: Literature Prose

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I had...

I had Come....

I had dropped by, you were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you up. There was a smile on your face, perhaps a dream, a nice one. You had wrapped the bed sheet around you completely. Yes, the room was a little cold. So, I closed the windows shut.

After looking at you for some more time, I left...just the same way as I had come, quitely.


I Had Listened to Every Word that You Said....
And your laugh, that brought a smile to my face every time. I ended up smiling throughtout your conversation. Gosh, how many things you find funny !
Your friend did not speak much. She too listened to your "little stream down the mountain" talk. So many things you had to say. I didn't interrupt either. I just stood close by pretending to read the newspaper. And then you both said bye to each other and parted. I waited there for some more time, expecting to hear your laugh and talk again. I was just hoping, somehow, someway it would come back or become a part of me, so that I could carry it around with me, wherever I went.

After some time, I got up and wondered where to go. Maybe I should have just waited there.

(c) Deapesh.

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