I am telling you what I have heard from the whispers. This is not a folklore, since there was no one to witness this event. And yet the whispers have told me something about my own land.
The place where I sit now was a rocky waterfall, 300 years back. Now there is only concrete jungle here. A few miles east from here, where now there is a lake, there was a small cliff in a forest. You could look down and see the entire valley covered with new and old trees. On this cliff was a special tree, a huge one. The trunk was thick, and the leaves were fluttered at their own pace. A huge fruit or two would hang on its trunk. The quality of hugeness was one which could not be missed about this tree.
The only question that was not answered was that why would this tree
bother to produce such showy leaves and such bulky fruits? Why not a
guava or a pear, why such huge and heavy jackfruit? Did the heavy fruits not feel like a burden to the tree? As I was busy contemplating, I did not notice that
the sun had already set. I looked behind and got my answer.
Walking towards the cliff, was a bear. It had walked miles to come to this very place. It was guided by the outline of the fluttering leaves in the moonlight. The bear walked up and down the terrain, in the direction of this tree, never taking his eyes off the distorted outlines from far. With a slow, steady and gentle pace, the bear had reached his destination. He walked confidently toward the tree as the outline of his hairy body and that of the tree shone in the milky moonlight.
The journey of the bear had ended fruitfully, after walking in the darkness, after following the inconspicuous visuals which slightly nudged him to follow. And so he did obediently, faithfully. Not doubting these subtle instincts. For a moment, he just stood there fixated. What was the meaning of this journey? The innate attraction which led him miles into the forest to the particular tree. What was this game of nature? The bear did not have to wait to find this. He caught hold of a jackfruit and smashed it open with his strong paws. He carried the pieces with him to a low branch, where he devoured some of the jackfruit through the moonlit night. As he looked up at the sky, I do not know what the bear felt. Gratitude, peace, harmony. Is it these feelings which make this story frozen in time?
I do not know any of that. But the bear lay lazily on a branch as it was nearing dawn. It was time to sleep. Truly, the jackfruit tree had found its heaven sent match. It's companion was just as huge as itself. And the forest felt mesmerized with the peace and harmony for an eternity.
Love is out there. It's in our hearts. And we'll find it on a dark moonlit night. If you follow your heart, you will be led through a twisted path in the moonlight where your love awaits you! So listen closely.
The place where I sit now was a rocky waterfall, 300 years back. Now there is only concrete jungle here. A few miles east from here, where now there is a lake, there was a small cliff in a forest. You could look down and see the entire valley covered with new and old trees. On this cliff was a special tree, a huge one. The trunk was thick, and the leaves were fluttered at their own pace. A huge fruit or two would hang on its trunk. The quality of hugeness was one which could not be missed about this tree.
Walking towards the cliff, was a bear. It had walked miles to come to this very place. It was guided by the outline of the fluttering leaves in the moonlight. The bear walked up and down the terrain, in the direction of this tree, never taking his eyes off the distorted outlines from far. With a slow, steady and gentle pace, the bear had reached his destination. He walked confidently toward the tree as the outline of his hairy body and that of the tree shone in the milky moonlight.
The journey of the bear had ended fruitfully, after walking in the darkness, after following the inconspicuous visuals which slightly nudged him to follow. And so he did obediently, faithfully. Not doubting these subtle instincts. For a moment, he just stood there fixated. What was the meaning of this journey? The innate attraction which led him miles into the forest to the particular tree. What was this game of nature? The bear did not have to wait to find this. He caught hold of a jackfruit and smashed it open with his strong paws. He carried the pieces with him to a low branch, where he devoured some of the jackfruit through the moonlit night. As he looked up at the sky, I do not know what the bear felt. Gratitude, peace, harmony. Is it these feelings which make this story frozen in time?
I do not know any of that. But the bear lay lazily on a branch as it was nearing dawn. It was time to sleep. Truly, the jackfruit tree had found its heaven sent match. It's companion was just as huge as itself. And the forest felt mesmerized with the peace and harmony for an eternity.
Love is out there. It's in our hearts. And we'll find it on a dark moonlit night. If you follow your heart, you will be led through a twisted path in the moonlight where your love awaits you! So listen closely.
