Black Swans-8

Black Swans 

(Short Fiction) 

Section- 8

Father ,mother –


 You know, I cannot get back those old times. I can only give back a portion of the love that they gave me. In the district library Francis the librarian checks books. He knows a lot about books. Occasionally he peeps into  the street corners as if there were something. Then he comes back and engages in laughter and merrymaking and work…

It was a winding climb and I was immersed in the beauty of the landscapes. I felt tired and hungry.

I stole  some apples from the neighbouring field and ate it. A man came and asked-  ‘Who are you?’

I asked back-

‘Who are you?’

‘I am the apple field owner’, he said.

‘I am –- from the South. I was hungry  and stole a few apples from your field’. 

‘No worries- When you are damn hungry, you can eat anywhere.That is not supposed to be a theft’. 

‘What do you do?’,he asked.

I said something.

He said, ‘Come to my house.

My wife and daughter may welcome you. Moreover, my daughter studies your subject’. 

I went and was the guest of them for two weeks. 

Then, while departing, the man said.-

‘I like honest people more than smart people.I have many more apple gardens. You can look after one of them and stay with us.’

But I had other plans.

In the valley, it was snowing.  The deodars were swinging in the wind. The sky was lambent.The winds carried the smell of bitumen.

Published by azuremorn

Writer, traveler. Lives in India.

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