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Hi everyone! I just took part in my first interschool competition!!! And my school won! I entered the Creative Writing Competition dubbed 'Cascade of Words'! I entered the school with not so much as a thought to what I would write that day.. I remember quite well when my teacher said she'd put me on the list as a participant.. then too, I didn't seem to really feel anxious. Anyway, the day came, and I had no idea who my partner in crime was either .. I just knew she was this girl whose brother was famous in school. When I finally figured out who she was, she told me that she had spoken with other students from the host school and they had told her that her English teacher liked two things... quotes and pretty pretty colours. So the first thing on my agenda was to find pretty colours Not icky brown or yucky green.. pretty colours I finally gave up when I realised that there was no such thing as a shop close to this school.. I ended up borrowing icky brown, pink and red from my partner in crime. Anyway, they told us to go to the "Wanderers" room where our competition was to begin.. They wrote down the following three topics on the chalkboard: 1) Two Coffee Cups 2) ............ Life is like that 3) When I reached there, there was no "there". I had one hour to write a story based on any one of the three topics.. Which topic would you have chosen? And what would you write? Come on, play along..
I chose no 3 When I reached there, there was no "there" All was dark again.. as I was pedalling across the puddled road. It was raining again.. pouring in fact..I dashed across the road as fast as I could while the same thought ran through my head.. over and over again.... I must... I woke up, half dazed.. and beat myself up over the fact that I could not understand why this dream kept recurring. However, that thought soon passed as I got ready to do the chores my masters had set out for me... after all, what was a lonely servant boy like me to do but to work? In less than ten minutes, I was dressed and ready to grind my fingers to the bone. My day was as uneventful as every other.. I did my household chores, cleaned the dishes, washed the clothes.. cleaned up the mess that the little masters would make (Which proved more and more tedious each day!!).. rarely did I have time to rest. Even in the evenings, I had to work outside the house to make ends meet. In the evening however, the mistress ordered me to go out to buy her some vegetables. I borrowed the family cycle and pedalled across town. I couldn't help but notice that it was raining again.. pouring in fact. Pretty soon, puddles of mud re-surfaced. It all looked so familiar.. I was right there.. I knew it! I was so close.. yet.. so far away... I beat myself up wondering.. Why? That night, I had the same dream again.. it seemed that each time I had this dream.. it seemed clearer and clearer. Tonight however, it seemed like it would be my last dream.. it was so clear.. I saw it.. I saw what I had been looking for.. there, right next to the cemetary.. right across the road.. I saw what I had been looking for when I was pedalling across town. There lay a tiny hut.. a hut I used to call home... and I couldn't help but notice.. family.... I must.. Must reach.. I woke up half dazed.. half astonished as to what I had found out... I knew what it was that I had to do. I grabbed the cycle in the evening and pedalled towards the house I had been looking for.. I knew It would be there.. just as serene as I'd pictured it. However, when I reached the place.. I fell down and broke into tears. I saw the charred remains of what was. Painfully, I rose and walked towards the charred ground.... it seemed that with each step I took, memories flooded into me. I remembered playing with my brother.. with my family watching and laughing alongside us... and I came to the saddest realisation of my life.. for Saddened by what I had finally figured out, I raced back to the little room I called my house.... I poured gasoline all over my room.. and rushed towards my master's home. "Dada, may I have a matchbox?" "Why would you need such a thing?" "I...I..must" However, I grabbed a matchbox and rushed towards my 'room'.... _ The firemen later doused the fire. The next day, they found these words engraved in red on the charred wall of his 'room'.. "When I reached there, there was no "there" If I cannot reach there, I must go There" No one could tell, but upon his charred face, was a crude smile.. he was finally home. (Note: Since you're all American busybodies .. Master refers to the male dominator in the household and the little masters are the children of the household.. this is a rural Indian themed story and thus so, the person who's a servant is a small boy.. also.. Dada's a North Indian term.)
When I reached there, there was no "there"