~ Story of a Tree Painting. 2018 AD. (Fictionally Mine 😊)The Father read aloud to his wife in the kitchen. Hear this honey, “hundreds of trees felled to bring a plush apartment up”. Wife from kitchen was cursing under her breath, it was loud. Thinking she wasn’t loud, she speaks out ‘God! Help us and our children’. Their lil Son was playing near the Father. On hearing his Mother, he picks up his dinosaur and slowly walks towards his Father.
With his sweet six year old tone, holding the arm rest, he asks his Father, Paa what can we do for these situations?? Father turned the page like he didn’t hear what his Son had asked. And after a moment it registered on him, and replied ‘Nothing! We Can’t Do Anything!’. The Mother was watching this from kitchen’s corner. The kid got back to playing with his dinosaur. Mother smiled a lil sinking smile and got back to her chores.
Night came early and in no time it started raining heavily. It seemed like the rains wanted to announce their onset and so they lashed with all their might. The kid was jumping in front of the long glass window watching the rain and would occasionally shriek when he would suddenly hear a thunder. Mother called him for sleep. He gave a flying kiss to the rain and took to his heels towards his bunk bed.
Mother took him for a short walk in front of their home in the morning. While walking on the road he saw a patch and dropped his anchor. Mother called upon saying lets go Son or you will miss your sugar bombs. He ran towards mom looking backwards at the patch.
Reaching home he took his dad’s phone and sneaked out of home. He went straight to the patch on the road, clicked and rushed back home. Dad was up. The lil one dashed in front of him. His Son zoomed in the pic and asked what do you think this is Paa? He chuckled and asked, oh nice! Is that a painting of a tree you painted Son!!
Son paused and said, no Paa look my feet at the bottom zooming out and the lil one continued saying ‘But yes Pa, if We Can’t Do Anything then soon we will see only paintings of the trees!!’. He smiled and ran to his dinosaur. Mother smiled with her cheeks full. The Father stood where he was standing.
~ Story of the All Giving Bowl ( fictionally mine 😊 ). On a walk in the Grand Bazaar, Istanbul I noticed an old man in the corner with his hands cupped and extended. To many passers by it might have looked like he is seeking alms, there were infact few coins in his hands. To me for some reason those hands seemed more like offering something, like holding something to offer.
Grand Bazaar, it is thought to be as the biggest bazaar in the world. The name does not do justice to it’s size. It is a labyrinth of old decaying walls holding years and years of stories within them. Each section opens into another, grasping anyone, into its untold secrets and rusty grandeur. Almost anything of years gone by could be found here, if one has a patience to get lost.
This old man sat crouched in the dark corner with just a speck of light falling on his hands through a crack in the wall. Something about that sliver of glow attracted me to him. What was intriguing was his hands hadn’t moved an inch for the longest time I observed him. I sat next to him. He was mumbling. I paid closed attention and noticed he was telling something. My Ottoman Turkish wasn’t that bad. I sat there for a good long time to listen to him and noticed he was repeating something.
“there was an all giving bowl like the lamp that offered three wishes. But much less heard. One had to look through the eye of the bowl and Wish for anything, in turn her or his wish would be offered by the bowl. A boy stole it from the possession of his powerful yet oppressing King. The boy had a pure heart. He knew the bowl was too great a possession for someone to have. While in hiding, one day before sleeping he held the bowl close to his chest, looked through the eye of the bowl and Wished. He went to sleep holding it close to his chest. He woke up to bare hands in the morning and smiled”.
He repeated. I asked him what next, but he would just repeat this again and again. I was restless and a bit angry too. I wanted to know the next. Looking at his quivering hands I eased myself and thought to offer help.
I took his cupped hands in mine and Wished to him if I can bear his pain and let him put his hands down, so he can rest.
~ What the f... just happened??? First time in my life not one soul left the theatre even after credits finished. Waiting for something to change, something to not happen, time to turn, moments to undo....!! Guess that explains my first reaction!! 😳😳