Wednesday, 14 January 2009

The Way to the Great Valley.

It's been long since I was little. I can never be little again.

As a child, I seldom had the privileges most my age had, but I never saw them to be the cause of unhappiness. Little things sufficed.

My Father, and the few moments he could spare for me between after his work, and tending to my mother. My strange brothers playing poker by the cold corridor. Keeping score of their tennis matches. Wearing little clothes. Smiling a lost smile. Speaking a lost voice. Taking my mother's hand in her sleep because of her nightmares. Smiling, then - and even now - that she believed that I was the one who was afraid. Thinking how beautiful the Unicorn looked, in the Last Unicorn. Giving the allotted portion of food away to them. Wondering if I would grow as tall as them. Putting on my socks for the first day of school. Loving my first two dogs. Watching The Land Before Time. Lying on my brother's tummy while watching it. Watching it for times beyond count. Having my heart broken when Little Foot's mother died. Hoping mine never would. Wondering if I will ever find my Great Valley.

I've yet to. Those little things, grew to a great need.

Little Foot had to follow the Bright Circle, pass the Great Rock that looks like a Long-Neck, and pass the Mountains that Burn. Perhaps I must too. I did not understand her then, but I understand her now:

Little Foot: Have you ever seen the Great Valley?
Little Foot's Mother: No.
Little Foot: Well, how do you know it's really there?
Little Foot's Mother: Some things you see with your eyes, others you see with your heart.
Little Foot: I don't understand, Mother.
Little Foot's Mother: You will, my son. You will...

6 comments:

  1. beautiful...

    i thot the taleteller only told tales through pictures...

    :)

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  2. before telling tale through pictures, he used to, by words :)

    Thank you :)

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  3. Love it, Love it, Love it. I'm still trying to find a place I saw in my heart when I was little, too...I'm telling you, man, this story is a marble in the morning sand, waiting to be picked up by the right hand. "Smiling that lost smile"

    Did I say that I love it? :)

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  4. so sweetly innocent and beautiful.. so much peace in ur words :) Loved my first visit here. Hey those photos in the sidebar.. u clicked those pics?

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  5. Bobby:

    You're truly sweet :) - I'm glad it could inspire you in some way. And I;m truly glad that you love it - hehe, it wasn't particularly a piece of my writing that I favour.

    Raaji:

    :) and we can never be that again..

    Shruti:
    I'm glad you thought so - and it's kind of you to say so. It's strange that you should use the word 'peace' to describe my writing, since, usually, it's the lack of it that prompts me to write :)

    And yes - those are pictures taken by me :)

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