Nagesh D. Sonde

This is a story.

This is a story written with a pinch of opium in one’s mouth. Therefore it needs not be taken seriously by any one if they choose to do so. 

There was a family consisting of a man, a woman and one whom they considered as the apple of their eyes. The family doted on the apple of the eye, fed, reared and nurtured to be proactive, productive in the little society, which they assumed, was their world. The apple had its own idea. It was interested in having its own life, fed, reared and nurtured in the society, in an environment which the apple considered to clean and creative, proactive and productive, where milk was plenty therefore no one needed to have a cow in the household, where food was packaged in plenty therefore no one needed to cook, where the beds were soft and available on hire, therefore no one needed to own a bed. The apple of the eye could do and had all these since it was now ripe and needed no more the tree that had fed, reared and nurtured to be proactive, productive in the society.

The tree was growing old, had become old, with its own pleasures which for which it had strived and slogged but felt pains not finding the apple of the eye was not willing to spills its own seeds and create more apples in abundance, preferred to be packed in attractive boxes and stored on the shelves of the mega-mall in spotlessly clean and air-conditioned  friendly and pleasant environment. Therefore the apple of the eye remained in the land of milk and honey, safe and sound, while tree remained grooved to the grounds in the dirty unclean surroundings.

But the tree had now growing old, had become old, deteriorating and decaying with its own aches and anguish, with none near to support its branches now grown old, none near to feed, rear and nurture to be healthy.  The apple of the eye safe and sound on the shelves of the mega-mall in spotlessly clean and air-conditioned  friendly and pleasant environment had no time to spoil hands in dirtying in the grounds in the dirty unclean surroundings, therefore pleaded patience, because in the land of milk and honey the apples do not bother about the trees as they do with the packaging industry, often neither knowing nor aware, nor ever bothering to find the tree from which it was sourced.  Therefore, the apple of the eye advised the tree from which it was sourced that in the land of milk and honey people do not grumble or grudge, they do not create concern or panic, hype or fluster but struggle with their destiny, shuffling their feet and steadying their gait, patiently persevering and praying for providence.

Thus the life in the land of milk and honey is lived. Thus the life is to be lived. The old world is dead, the new world has arisen, Let the old lay dead, let the new celebrate the living. Is this the rise of the NEW BEGINNING or the death of the OLD WORLD? God may know, or DOES HE KNOW?

-        From one grateful parents graced by the Gods.