Mirage

Life ~ Mirage
~ A wasted illusion right from the start.
~ Hopeless romanticism of a hopeful heart.

Though the former is reality, I choose to live by the latter.

Monday, August 19, 2013

Cultivation


Amid a roar of frantic clapping, the excited voices cheered, "Try with 6 now Jaggu". He did. More clapping and more cheers followed as encouraged and surprised by his own little talent, he tried successfully with 7 and 8 also.

The small herd of little kids was getting ecstatic. They were all shouting in unison, "We want Naaine, wee~ want naa~ine". Twelve year old Jaggu was skeptical now. Could he do it? Could he juggle all 9 for a minute without letting any fall? Or rather, should he? Because if even one fell...

Vacillating between his irrepressible excitement and duty, as Jaggu picked up the ninth apple from the thela he was monitoring, at a distance, his angry father could be seen stomping with a thick bamboo stick towards the commotion to give him what was to be 'Jaggu's first lesson'.

Jaggu the juggler was to be Jaggu the Apple seller.



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