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pranav sridhar

Drama Others Children


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pranav sridhar

Drama Others Children


The Phoenix Boy

The Phoenix Boy

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A boy, maybe 5 years old, skipped along the path of his apartment holding his mother's hand. Like any other child, he was chaotic and energetic with an innocence not seen beyond a certain age. It was late afternoon and the child was in a white uniform, already mudded and anyone who noticed could say this child was far from quiet. Raj sat on the bench as he watched the child meander along with his mother, when suddenly, they stopped. The child pulled his mother by her dupatta and whispered something in her and became even more energetic if that was possible. He ran ahead of her and came back 10 seconds later on his cycle. Raj was a severely arthritic 70 year old man and he always spent his afternoons on this bench, watching the world go by. He watched the child cycling on a two-wheeler and was very unsteady, evidently fresh off training wheels.

The child cycled around in figure-8's and circles and seemed to think he was on an open flight the way he howled with joy as the wind blew into his face, which put a smile on Raj's face.


He then went in a few straight lines but he always stopped and pushed his cycle across the speed-breaker. This occurred a few times but the 5th time, he seemed to ride with a self confidence he didn't have. He went faster and Raj suddenly realized what was about to happen. Before he could say anything, the child rode the speed-bump at this speed, took off, flew off his bike and landed 12 feet ahead. Raj tried to get up but was bound by his condition. 


He feared the child would be badly hurt or not get up. To his astonishment, the child got up like nothing had happened. There was a huge gash on his forehead but he didn't seem to have noticed this yet. He picked his bike up but put his hands to his head as if in sudden pain. Raj saw the child realize he had been hurt but he still didn't seem fazed. He walked to a car nearby and looked at the window. He was using it as a mirror to see the damage. Raj was still desperately trying to get up to go help the child but he saw that the kid wasn't reacting normally. It was odd that he was still being so composed. His curiosity got the better of him and he wanted to see what the child would do. The child seemed to be sniffling now. He picked up his bike but instead of going home, he pushed it in the other direction, along the wall of the apartment complex. He seemed to be on a mission to walk around the apartment. Raj watched as the child went out of view. 


The boy walked all the way to the gate and turned left to reach the other end. He saw his mother's friends sitting there. He was still sniffling as he walked past them. They saw him and noticed the fresh 4 inch gash on his left eyebrow but didn't say anything. They simply stared at him, as if they only cared about him when his mother was there. In that moment, he understood these "friends" just needed someone to speak to and was even worried they would spoil his mother. He went on and took the final turn, back to the same place where he'd fallen. 


His mother had come down looking for him. He had negotiated 5 minutes on his cycle but he'd been down for 15. She ran to him, seeing the big red splotch over his eye. She grabbed his hand and threw his cycle away, the latter shocking the boy a little. They rushed up and tended to the wound and visited the doctor in the evening. Thank god they waited as there was no more bleeding so he didn't need stitches. As he walked back home with his mother, this time without his cycle, Raj encountered them. "Are you okay now, child?", he said. "Yes, thank you. Who are you?" he replied. "My name is Raj. I was watching you as you got hurt. You have to forgive me. I am arthritic so I couldn't come help you but I must say, you were very brave. Take this chocolate." he said as he handed him a large dairy milk. "Thanks, thatha. " the boy replied as he walked off feeling like a bigger man. He had conquered his pain and his fear like an adult. He was on top of the world, and had risen from the ashes like a phoenix and walked around with his chest out, riding on the compliment of this stranger and stuffing his face with a beautiful chocolate. 


12 years later, the boy still felt proud of this incident and the thatha. He had a gnarly scar and a beautiful story behind it. He always attempted to carry that confidence as he went about his life. His friends often asked him about this scar since it was so visible. Not to mention he felt like Harry Potter. He never talked about it simply because he never thought he'd have an opportunity to talk about it and feel the same emotions he did then. Until he decided to write about it in this story. 

 


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