I was playing in the mud with my friends ( Nikhil *he is very playful guy and he is always a mood changer*,
Prash *he is the one to keep everyone in line but was always arguing with nikhil , there talks always bring a smile on everyone*,
Thara *she is the very quiet and only talks when the time demands and was the most beautiful of all*
and Lokith: He is such a crybaby, always cry over little things and very sensitive*)
we were playing in the grass fields
Prash: The sun is almost about to set.. we should leave.
Nikhil: Come on old man , it's not like someone will kidnap us, with that face of yours people might think we are the kidnappers…
(we all started laughing as we all fell on the grass looking at each other, sun was almost set)
Even if the sun itself vanish, we might still see the light because of the moments like this exist in our hearts...
We ran back to the orphanage... went to our rooms and when I layed on my hard bed with soft mind , my eyes went to the corner of the room...
It was Lokith , holding his favourite book and came here for me to read it to him...
When I signal him to come on to my bed by tapping it... he sat quietly, with an new thrill to listen to the same old book...
I asked him out of curiosity.. "it is the same story everyday, how do you still found it interesting,? "
he shook his head, saying "The words in the book might be that same but not the words I hear... I hear differently everytime"
I with concern asked if he was alright? but he just smiled and asked me to read it...,
THE story goes like...
once upon a time, where was a king named Akbar, one fine day Akbar wanted to visit the river to take a bath as that river is known for it's divine healing powers... but after taking a bath he realised that many aquatic animals and plants are also living in the divine river which is meant only for the king's.... He got angry and ordered to kill the whole aquatic life in the river, and keep the river clean. After the cleaning, king went to take a bath again but the water doesn't felt divine anymore to him... neither did it heal his wounds . he got angry again and scolded the workers who cleaned the river and ordered the servents to kill them off for their mistakes... They did as he said but suddenly a little fish came to his feet and as it wiggled around, the scars on his feet disappeard.... he realised but it is too late...
- the end
I asked what difference is there this time? and he just said "I think the fish is just his imagination", I didn't get it. as he went back to his bed , I watched the moon and the fish like stars... wiggling around the moon...