THE PASTIME
The tranquil day started in the wee hours with the usual daily chores flavoured with giggling and playful banter. Little Bhairavi was in the fields along with her family. Sitting under a tree, she was enjoying her favourite pastime-looking for shimmery objects and twinkling stars in the twilight sky. Suddenly, she noticed something moving across the sky and wanted to share her discovery but her family (being busy doing their work) paid no heed. Annoyed, Bhairavi went away, stamping her feet. The family kept tending to their crops. All of a sudden, a loud bang was heard followed by an even louder screech. Their tools fell from their hands and they rushed towards the spot and found a crater dug deep in the centre of the field. Bhairavi stood there- wrapped in dust clouds, gaping at the monstrous object that fell from the sky. The tranquillity vanished into the dust clouds diffused by the monstrous object which was actually a missile (which lay thankfully defused now) fired by the enemies. Bhairavi’s little heart was still thumping , her mouth still wide open. Her family hugged her and cursed the enemy responsible for this .Bhairavi was still in a shock unable to understand anything. She just asked ,”Who is an enemy?”I do not have any.
The animosity of the ‘Big hearts’ could not be comprehended by the ‘Little heart’. In her lovely little world, there was absolutely no place for war and animosity but only love and peace. She kept looking at the dark sky shuddering-resolute to give up her pastime for good. After all, she never thought even in wildest of her imagination that pastimes can be horrific nightmares too.
No comments:
Post a Comment