The
dark light of this night is welcoming a stranger on a soil ruled single
handedly by a king for years. He can feel someone’s footsteps marching towards
his soil. As if there is a soldier who is coming to battle with him. The king would
not give his land, this is his place and he has worn the crown for years now,
no one can steal it. “Weapons can never kill him until he has his sharp teeth”
he decided not to close his eyes or else he will find traces of blood on his
skin. To conceal his presence he had decided to hide himself behind his tall
green friends, and as the soldier steps ahead, he will catch him and let the
blood flow out from his veins. My fellow neighbors could be happy today because
I will bring them happiness. But I suspect and wonder will this bring happiness
to them as no one will come to see my act. I should kill these ideas for now
and figure out how to overcome the approaching danger. Suddenly I sensed that
he has stopped and the chewing sound suggests that he is hungry and he is overcoming
his hunger. I cannot attack someone whose stomach was empty. Killing him at
this time would suggest that I am killing an innocent soul who is weak and
feeble.
He
is not a soldier anymore to me; he is empty handed as if his bravery and fervor
has been looted on the way. With the help of my green friends I marched close
to him. He has observed my movement because his stomach is full now. He might
need the liquid now. Just in my neighborhood they need a bottle of coke after
eating. He looks here and there as if checking any danger nearby but the danger
was already there but he lied down and fell asleep. He is sleeping on my soil,
that’s the perfect time to kill him, as backstabbing is common these days. I
want no stranger on my land but is it the right time to kill him now, from whom
can I consult, these twinkling stars but they are shining pretty well even they
would mind his presence near them or may be my green friends but consulting
them would be introducing them to a new friend. Everyone needs a friend even
the butterflies gives their true colors when they are in groups. The way he
slept I think he was roaming here and there to find a safe place but is this
safe heaven? It’s the king’s land its hell for him, hasn’t he dug his own grave.
I can make my friends happy show them my skills but attacking him now would
sound unjustified that would be like killing someone with a weapon when he can be
undo by a stone. Let him sleep for now and the street fight will begin tomorrow
in the bright day light. For now I need to protect him so that no one else put
his eyes on him. My eyes should be focused on him; today I have to act like an
owl to be a tiger tomorrow. But if I sleep I am appealing to you O! My mighty green
friends to protect him, today he is our guest that will be haunted tomorrow. I
plead to you too oh the white light spreading circle; shade your light on him
so that he feels no danger at least tonight.
The
arrival of the morning is announced by themelodious voices of the sparrows and
hens. My eyes turn wide open ready to face the enemy in this atmosphere. But my
partner of last night hasn’t woken up yet, though the flies and bees are
disturbing him by clipping to his skin. Suddenly he opened an eye and his eyes
met mine. He at once stood up in a shock as a soldier who has lost the battle
and is now feeling endanger. I made a huge sound perhaps that shocked my green
friends as well. “Sometimes even powerful voices have no impact”. My guest’ssafe
night is over; it’s time for the battle. But he showed no signs of bravery, his
eyes blinking as if he has stepped in on the wrong soil. His search for a safer
place has resulted in bombing arena, but he turned his back and walked away, no
quarrel why? Have I committed a mistake by allowing him to stay alive all
night? I quickly marched towards him, trying to block his way provoking him for
a fight but he turned away every time he saw my red blooded eyes. “To kill him
at this junction will be like attacking an ongoing train that has realized that
it has accidently landed on the enemy’s soil”
The
day passed as it usually does but I was thinking about him. Suddenly in these
thoughts I fell asleep. The morning light was introduced to me by the
disturbing flies. I wanted to eat them but it will just increase my enemies’
list. “Silence is the best medicine for curing someone’s harsh attitude”. Then
I stood up and what I saw was like a bolt from the blue my guest of yesterday
was sitting on a piece of wood just across me. Has my land being snatched away
from me? No no this can’t happen. I moved towards him he seems to be ready for
the street fight today so let’s began it then. We both made loud roaring
sounds. This disturbed our neighbors and they entered the soil thrice our
number. They were six and now the king was surrounded by seven enemies. But
within seconds my one night guest ran away and disappeared. Now it’s a six to
one fight. They attacked me from all sides. But suddenly my guest returned and
attacked them and his bravery forced the new guests to leave the soil and
vanish into the thon air. He then sat on the wood staring at me as the new
guests have left me wounded. I can sense that in a few minutes I will join up
the stars tonight. He marched towards me I was crumbling on the ground; my eyes
have turned bloodless now. I was sure of my painful death but my guest did the
opposite he touched my skin where there were wounds as if he was treating me.
Every time he touched I went one step backwards his teeth’s were weapons enough
to haunt me. He moved here and there and then went away. I fell asleep and when
my bloodless eyes opened I found food in front of me, I quickly ate it as if it
was a gift from God. But then I saw my guest eating the same kind of food, so
my guest has brought it for me but why??? This was the only question looming in
my head. Everyone should have a guest like him so that one won’t need to dirty
his hands ever again.
I
was feeling well now but my guest has disappeared. I waited for him till night
but he didn’t appear. I was thinking what if my neighbors attack me in this
period of time and so rightly they did came back once again. It was midnight and
so dark that I couldn’t even count their exact number. But suddenly my ears
were cherished by a familiar voice and that made me feel that the enemies would
ran away at once. My old guest comes closer to me touched my skin with a gentle
touch and placed the food, I ate it with relish and fell asleep. I knew I
wasn’t alone someone was there to protect me, my guest, my first enemy and
perhaps the future king of this land. Days passed and the same schedule was
repeated. The future king came at night like an angel and disappears in the day
light therefore I decided to follow him to know where he spent his days. One
day I followed him and he stopped at a circled ground where two brave souls
were fighting and he jumped into the fight. The fight continued for hours and
finally the future king won it, then what prize did he get? Food and with that
he marched towards my arena. It was a real fight and what I was planning was
imaginary and the truth was revealed I wasn’t the stronger one. That night I
realized he won’t steal my land and the first night he might have come here in
search of food. This usual practice made us friends, I was alone in this big
arena and finally I found a friend. And the days passed when he slept I protect
him and when I slept he returned the favor. So we become partner’s two kings of
the same arena Hasoly and Mamsie.
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So
the two kings can only survive and live together if they protect each other and
work for mutual benefit. If they won’t they will be killed. One day the fight
took a drastic mood when Mamsie got hurt in between the fight. Although Mamsie
didn’t fight like he usually use to and let Hasoly grab the food. Hasoly fought
like a criminal and harmed Mamsie, he let Hasoly hurt him because Mamsie
couldn’t harm his friend. “Sometimes even the idea of harming your dear friend
makes your inner soul die” Mamsie went away forever and is yet to return.
Hasoley claim that he wasn’t fighting for himself but for the food, so that Mamsie
has the best deal. But in fulfilling that wish his claim of being the superior king
gunned over his nerves and made him act childlike and the result is loneliness.
I am again alone in this huge jungle now
waiting for Mamsie to return. My biggest trouble at present is not that but
will my neighbors allow me to live that long but ahead of all this the idea of
being alone now in this big jungle is killing me. My old friends the green
trees are pissed off by me because I ignored them for Mamsie.
“Sometimes
there is little light in the dark shadows but one’s attitude never sees that
small light which is entering through the hole can have the ability to make
them whole”
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| (Hasoly is the king of the jungle who protects it from Mamsie the guest and the real king). |
(Hasoly is the king of
the jungle who protects it from Mamsie the guest and the real king).
