Just Beautiful

As the darkness gave way to twilight, the birds got their message to wake up and spread the word. The melody drifted into little Rebecca’s ears. She wasted no time and floated into the courtyard facing the fields. It was to be the last time she would see that view.

Rebecca soaked in the early morning summer sun, the only time earth beneath her feet was cool. In a few hours it would heat up the fields as the scorching relentless sun had done for so many months now.

The drought in the region had intensified over the last few weeks, crops were dying, and the cattle weakening. Although a small village, generations had thrived, and peacefully existed. The only source of water was from an offshoot of a river which had slowly reduced to a trickle.

More and more people left the village and soon it was time for George & his wife Oviya to leave the village with their only child Rebecca. The decision was tough, the future unknown and insecure.

‘We can’t go on like this any more. We need to head out to the city and find ways and means to keep living. Trust me, this is the right decision’ lamented George.

Oviya nodded in agreement. Rebecca in denial.

That noon the mercury touched 47C,the sun was beating down every soul and soon a faint trickle snowballed into hoards of people moving out of the place. It seemed the resistance had reached a tipping point.

George and Oviya were in the final stages of packing their meager belongings and getting ready to leave. Rebecca stood below the old Mango tree crying softly. She had seen the tree ever since she was born. She had climbed, jumped, swung and eaten Mangoes sweet and sour.

‘I think you should leave little one’ the Mango tree spoke.

‘How can I ? ‘All my life you have been my only friend ,how can I leave you?’ Rebecca sharply retorted.

‘I will be right here waiting for you �" go on now’ the Mango tee reassured.

Reluctantly, Rebecca went back into the house to get ready to move out of the village with her parents. Just then, there was a commotion outside.

George and his family rushed out to see the old Mango tree burning. A forest fire would block their exit from the village. George had act quickly.

He rushed back to pick up whatever was packed and yelled to Oviya and Rebecca to get out of the house.

‘Where is Rebecca? Oviya screamed.

‘I thought she was with you inside?’

Panic-stricken George ran to the neighbor’s hut to check if Rebecca was hiding there, probably scared to see the blazing fire. He didn’t find her there. He frantically searched the area. Still no luck.

Just as George was about to breakdown �" he saw little Rebecca near the burning Mango tree. She had a glass in her hand.

‘What are you doing Rebecca, get out of there NOW’ - yelled George from a distance.

Rebecca replied, ‘I am pouring water to stop the fire father.’

George saw the small earthen pot she had taken from the kitchen �" she dipped the glass in the pot and sprinkled water on the Mango tree.

‘What are you doing? Do you really think this little water will stop that raging fire? ‘George yelled.

Rebecca looked back and said �" ‘I don’t know if it will stop �" but I can at least try to do what I can.’

Seeing the little girls plight, the passing God’s beckoned the clouds and rain followed.

Gyanban Thoughts - This story is based on the great Kabir's fables.It is about commitment.It is about continuity.It's about going on in spite of adversitites.In the times we live,there are so many alternatives, and choices, that somewhere we stop trying to make things work.In this big world of choices,and better alternatives, sometimes it makes sense to stick to the roots and belive in your efforts and your work - your originality.

The beauty is in trying - not giving up.The beauty is in continuity not alternatives,the beauty is in trying to do what you can,rather than wait for the right situation.We all have this beauty within us,just a question of bringing it out.

Author's Note

I ve tried to highlight the elements of plight and positivity in the face of adversity. If this is not being highlighted enough, please suggest some techniques I could use.