Perspective of Life.
The moon was hiding behind the curtain of dark clouds, tonight. The air was becoming heavy with humidity, the atmosphere gloomy. The fire torches along the length of the houses were burning brighter now as the dark descended in further. Everyone was hurdling inside mad-made tents in heed to the wind, which announced the coming of the rain, in that barren land. All were in when one came out, clad in a cloak which could resist rain but only for a little while. His face covered with a hood. Not so much further away, in another tent, a small boy was looking outside at the sudden emptiness of sounds and growing silence. He looked up at the sky in wonder and asked his mother “Is somebody smoking there, high above?” The mother, who was wasting away in her drink, answered with a simple nod. After a minute she turned to her son and said, “Come here and wrap yourself in this shawl. It is cold out there. Come close to me so I can warm you.” The boy ignored the call and kept staring outside at the sky, when a shadow fell on his vision. The hooded-man had walked past the boy, prompting the boy’s curiosity, “Who walks outside, when everyone is inside?” The drunken mother looked at her little boy and then away, “Only those who keep hoping for something more,” she then suddenly added a warning, “But, you don’t follow them, boy. Those who do what others don’t always get lost.” “Where do they get lost?” The boy asked.
The mother fell into fits of hiccups, which she tried to sooth by drinking in mouthful of liquor. Little did her subconscious know that the liquor would only make it worse, “The get lost in false *hiccups* hope *hiccups*” The little boy giggled at the state of his mother who soon fell into a deep slumber. The boy crawled towards her and picked up the shawl which was previously offered to him, and placed it gently around his mother’s sleeping figure. He then crawled back the same position he had left and looked outside; searching for the man he had spotted early and spotted him some distance away. The hooded-man was already disappearing from sight, so the boy ran to him, bare-footed and unprotected. He ran until he knew his voice would reach the fellow, “Wait!” he shouted, reaching out his hand at the same time. The man stopped to turn around at the voice calling out and saw a small hand raised in a sign for him to see and the boy to tell, that he wanted the man to walk no further. So, the man waited until the boy caught up to him. “Where are you going?” The boy blurted. The hooded-man seemed a bit taken aback by the sudden question, “Why do you ask?” The boy shook his head in disapproval. “Mother says, when somebody asks you a question, you answer it or keep quite.” The man walked turned and started walking away. Clearly the boy had not expected that to happen for he jumped in front of the man, his arms spread forming a barrier, “You cannot walk away now, until you answer the question.” The man smirked and said, “I can walk past there –" he said pointing to the space on the right, “and there,” pointing to the left, “Unless you can magically stretch your arms.” The boy scowled at himself for lacking such an important feature. He then started running left and right, and back again. Continuing the motion, back and forth, “See? I can reach two places like this too!” said the boy, his voice breaking with each run, panting. The man waited for the boy to run to the left and when he did, the fellow just walked in the open right. The boy saw this and he turned around, only to slip and catch the hem of the cloak. The man stopped to look at the pressure which was pulling on his cloak, blinking down at the boy, “Get up and go home to your mother.” The boy stood up and started to stomp his feet in anger, “But I want to know!” The man looked at the boy was a hard and scary stare, “I could eat you.” “ I could eat you too,” said the boy simply which made the man snort. The fellow then started to search the boys...
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