Prayag Kartha

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Prayag Kartha

Children Stories Fantasy Others

A Gift From Above

A Gift From Above

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The occurrence is still a mystery. It will remain a mystery. Not a single existence knows about how this gift around us from above was created or how this beauty came from the hands of God. The gift which you see around, never came after you. They were there even before you, maybe even before Adam.


THIS IS A GIFT, A BLESSING FROM ABOVE.


"Come on! Wake up! Get ready for school...!!", said my mother, who was dressed in the usual morning attire. I was waking up after a long night drive yesterday, so I was recalling and concatenating my thoughts. I was interrupted by a slight chirping sound outside the window. I somehow gained strength in my feet and stood up to go near the window. I drew the curtains out and in came the rays of the sun, first reaching and touching my lazy eyes and then spreading across the room like a flower blooming to give life to my room. After getting used to the daylight, I took a glance at the small bird, who was there at the nearby window. The bird looked pale and sorrowful. The color of the creature was washed away. Then the most petrifying thing happened. It spoke to me!.


"Human!...I....have something to say....", said the bird, who was on the verge of dying. It sounded helpless.

"Yes! Go on....I am listening..."

"Oh! The time has come...Yes it has!", replied the critter.

"For what?", I replied, still believing it to be a dream.


"Do you know God?", the critter asked.

"I have only seen his photos on different walls...I have not seen him in person.", I said from what I had learned from my 14 years of experience of life.

"Well...what you see around is God. The beautiful, tall trees are his lungs. The tender land, blue oceans, elevated mountains are his heart. He is always looking at you. Always giving you a blessing."


"Oh!..Nature", I said looking out to see a tree, but the only thing I could see were tall buildings under construction.

"Yes...NATURE...", the bird was now slowly gaining the strength to talk properly.

It continued,

"It is God. It is the creator. It is beautiful, full of color, full of happiness. Its beauty is beyond boundaries, it cannot be defined."


Then it stopped speaking. I thought it was dead. But no, it continued. This time, however, it was angry.

"What have YOU done to God!..YOU have hurt him. YOU have misused his gift of charity.", anger ringed around its speech. I stood back.

It continued.

"WHY....? Why did you do this?", it said. I cannot recall anything after this.


"Come on beta...get up quick.", a familiar sound came into my ears. Then I realized it was really my imagination. I woke up and got ready for school. I thought about my dream while walking down the road to my school. I still couldn't see as to what was my mistake which the bird was accusing me of. I looked around to see. I saw cars of all make going here and there, honking loudly. I saw the buildings being constructed. I saw dust flying here and there which made people cough. I saw people throwing trash onto a lawn full of green plants. I felt the pain.....the anger......the frustration...of God.


Then I realized my mistake.


NATURE is the gift.


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