Wednesday, October 30, 2019


written & illustrated by Chakriya

She is just a girl.
She has no family, lives alone in a house in a forest.
One evening, she hears people crying. She goes to see. In the middle of forest, a group of people are gathering around the fire. There are old people, adult, young and kid. They are crying for they are hungry.
She feels sorry for them. She goes back to her house. She goes to take bread, fruit and water from her kitchen and puts into basket. She leaves the house for forest.
She holds lamp in her hand. She walks slowly. She is scared of darkness. She never left house when the sun set, but today she breaks her habit in order to save people.
As she reaches them, she gives food to them. They are very happy.
She leaves for her home. There is a strong wind making old branch falling on her. Fortunately, she falls into hole at the same time the branch falls on her; she has no injury. The tree branch covers the hole way that she cannot leave the hole. She calls for help. Where she is is near the spot of group people living but they don't hear her calling because they are celebrating party with her given-food. They sing and they dance.
She stays in hole. Crying. It is dark. The lamp was falling from her hand and the light was removed. Now, she cannot see anything. She is scared for she cannot see in the darkness. She cries and cries. For a while. When tears touch her hands, she feels the coolest of them and the cool gives strength to her. She gets up and tries to reach the hole mouth, uses her hands pushing the branch. The branch is heavy. She cannot push it out.
'But I can move it away from the hole mouth.'
She says then she does it. Step by step. The branch is removed, gives the way with size enough for her to leave.
She gets out of the hole. She is glad but she has still obstacle. The darkness. She cannot see the way to her house but she has to go. She uses hands finding way for her. Then her foot touches something. Cling. Cling. This sound is familiar. She lowers body down and touches the thing. She touches it.. it is her lamp. She is happy. She brings it up and lights it on. Good. She gets light now. She can see now. Here, that is way to her house. She runs on it. She reaches home. She gets in, locks the door. She is happy and she feels safe as she is in her home.

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