ನಮ್ಮ ಕಂಪನಿಯಲ್ಲಿ "ಚಿತ್ರ ನೋಡಿ ಕಥೆ ಬರೆಯಿರಿ" ಎಂದು ಈ ಕೆಳಗೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟ ಚಿತ್ರ ಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದರು. ಬಹಳ ಹೊತ್ತು ತಿಣಕಿ ತಿಣಕಿ ಈ ಕಥೆ ಅನ್ನು ಬರೆದು ಶಹಬಾಸ್ ಎಂದು ನನ್ನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನಾನೇ ಮೆಚ್ಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಾ ಆಸೆಯಿಂದ ಕಥೆ ಕಳುಹಿಸಿದರೆ ಇದ್ದ ಒಂದು ಬಹುಮಾನ ಪರರ ಪಾಲಗಬೇಕೆ! ಬರೆದ ಮೊದಲ ಕಥೆ ಅಳಿಸುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ಮನಸಾಗದೆ ನನ್ನ ಬ್ಲಾಗಿನ ಅಜ್ಞಾತವಾಸದ ಅವಧಿ ಮುಗಿಸುವುದು ಒಳಿತು ಎಂದು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಹಾಕುತಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ಬ್ಲಾಗಿಗೆ ಭೇಟಿ ಕೊಟ್ಟರೆ ಓದುವ ಅನಿವಾರ್ಯ ಕರ್ಮ ನಿಮಗೆ. :)
Destiny
I am here since I know to think. We were many of us who grew together sharing the sunlight, soil and water we got. But few of them lost their lives recently when men axed their stem. I thought even I was going to be killed, but it was a thin escape. In the place where my friends lived, men have made what they call as ‘road’. Now I have made friendship with trees on the other side of road. We murmur to each other when wind blows. We initially wondered why man is building this road. Now we see lot of people moving on it.People travel here so fast, recently a huge vehicle carrying sand knocked a man coming from opposite side. My friends on the other side told me the man was bleeding; they could only help him by blowing more air. This is a common complaint here; Daily one friend or other say that, they saw a man in motor hitting either dogs or fellow men. We always wonder where the road is taking the people, that they do not mind killing others to reach there.
Amongst the men who take rest under my shadow, or boys who pelt stones at my fruits, I like this small girl and her brother. Their house is only a few yards away from me. They spend lot of time playing under my shadow, appreciating birds on my branches, or collecting fruits fallen from my branch. Never have these kids thrown stone at me.
Today I overheard their parents talk that they should vacate their shed as the road is going to be widened. I felt they were hinting my death. When I brought the news to the notice of my friends they all let a painful sigh. The whole environment was misty in some time. May be it was our tears……
Contemplating the news for a whole day, we decided not to let the fear of death rule us. We have decided to bore more fruits and flowers, letting our seeds disperse in air. Before we die we should make sure our children find a safe place to live in and our species survives. I should not let my fruits fall down when people throw stones at me. Instead, may be I can give more fruits to the girl and his brother. They can plant my seed near their new home and take care of it. I can trust them more than anyone else. When I heard the news, I got a thought, how the growth of a dead thing like road can bring death to living thing like us!! I am still thinking!
