I wrote this story today for Jacob. I haven’t sent it to him yet, I’ll do that tomorrow since Wednesdays are our letter days. It takes references from my life though I have written it in a fictional format; but when Jacob reads it he will be able to relate with it and the characters. Let me know hows it. After all it’s a lot like my life!
Once upon a time, there lived a little boy and a little girl in a beautiful town called ‘Bliss’. I know you never heard of Bliss, because it’s not a part of your world. The town existed for people like that little boy that his little girl who were so contented together. They were best friends and they lived in the same hut. People didn’t like it but they did because they loved being with each other. They laughed a lot together. Sometimes, other little boys and girls envied their friendship because it was so strong. They would get up every morning, next to each other and the first thing they did was to smile. They had the most beautiful smiles in Bliss and the world where it belonged. Every morning, the little boy would kiss the little girl on her forehead. The girl would smile and kiss him back on his dimpled cheek. They drank Bournvita, had some cornflakes or sandwiches and left for work. They hugged each other every day before parting and then, they smiled. They always smiled.
The boy would go to the adjacent village each day to give performances in a show. People loved him. He made them laugh and sing and dance. He could never get tired of helping people. They said he had a heart of gold. He didn’t earn a lot of money but that never mattered in Bliss; what mattered was the amount of liveliness he spread all around. The girl would leave home everyday to meet people and talk. She would read to them stories and letters and teach them alphabets and words. She was amusing in the way she jumped around and laughed and sang remarkable songs all the while. Every now and then, she would think of the boy and when she really missed him, she would close her eyes and smile to him. Every time she did this, the boy smiled back. People could make connections as intense as this in Bliss.
They came back home every evening and cooked together. The girl loved to cook everything that the boy loved to eat. That made her happy. The boy hated to see tears in her eyes and so he always tried to cut all the onions, no matter how much it burnt his cat eyes. They ate together, laughed and talked. The girl would bite the boy or play with his biceps. The boy would tickle her and run after her all over the hut. There were many moments of silence but they cherished those too, as long as they had each other. After dinner, the boy would take some rest while the girl did the dishes. They would lie down on each other and watch movies or read books. The little girl oiled the boy’s hair and applied moisturiser on his hands and legs. Sometimes, they played Scrabble and sing-a-song. Occasionally, their wonderful little friend joined them and the three little children had fun, so much fun. Every night, the little boy would hug the little girl, who patted him to sleep. They remained like this for hours, holding each other like a baby holds his mother, till the morning light didn’t force them to open their eyes. Yet, they loved to wake up, because, as I said; they woke up next to each other. That was a blessing, each day.
One day, their magnificent town Bliss started drowning. There was water far and wide. The torrential rains had hit them hard. People were running out of their homes to save their lives. The huts were drowning; their beds, their chairs and the food: everything was enveloped in the sturdy waters of the flood. The little boy and the little girl ran too. They ran and ran and ran but how could they escape the water that was faster and fiercer than them? They held each other’s hands, all the time. The little girl had tears in her eyes but the boy told her that he would make everything alright They were afraid of the water but they were strong, very strong. Their strength did save them. They didn’t drown in the deluge, they fought with it.
After hours of running, they were immensely exhausted and it had started to turn dark. They took a halt in a forest where the boy climbed up some trees to amass several fruits which they could eat together. They talked for a while about moving on to a new town and starting over with a new life; however, very soon they fell asleep. The scuttle, scamper and the struggle had worn them out. They fell asleep effortlessly and snugly under the tree. It was gloomy, the winds were blowing hard, the animals snarled and howled, but the little girl and the little boy were deep in slumber. Amidst the rustling winds came a leopard. He didn’t growl or rumble. He stood there and looked at the two children as they slept. He smiled. After a few moments, he dragged the little girl away from the boy. The girl woke up. She couldn’t scream because the leopard covered her mouth. She kept looking at the boy, trying to lose the leopard’s grip, but in vain. He took her away. She cried. She was in pain but she kept looking at his little friend till she fell unconscious. The boy got up as the first ray of the sun touched his body. The girl was not there. For the first time in years, the little boy got up without his little girl. At that moment, he knew that she was gone. Forever.
The Diary of Hope 