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Month: November 2019

Two Sisters

Two Sisters

When you are born in a small village, life is pretty simple. If you are an adult, you put food on the table for your family and if you are a child, you help the adults put food on the table for your family. Pretty straightforward.

Runa’s village is one such place. Small and plain, it lives by the sea, where the fishes are plenty and the weather is good all year around. Life starts early in the morning when the sun rises, and for children, ends pretty early also near when the sun goes to bed. Runa’s family is a typical one. Two healthy and happy parents, and children numbering more than the fingers on one hand. Runa is the sixth child in her home, and the second girl.

Growing up, Runa watches the people in her village. Everyone has a job. Something they do bring value to the village. Runa’s father is a builder and he builds and repairs people’s houses. Runa’s mother is a teacher and she teaches the children how to count and she teaches them who they are also, their stories, their ancestors, where they come from.

When Runa is very young, she thinks she will grow up like her older sister, Nira, who is beautiful and graceful. Nira is not very good at anything but she tries very hard and she is kind. She dances. She does not dance very good but she always gives her best. Nira also weave baskets. Nira’s baskets are not very good and often fall apart in a matter of weeks but they sell quite well. Nira fishes but never catches anything bigger than her thumb but Nira is very beautiful and people are kind to her.

Runa thinks it is nice to have people be kind to you by default, but people does not treat the two sisters the same way. Runa is born big-boned and a little plain and Runa has to do everything twice as hard as Nira to get the same level of rewards. Runa has to be the best weaver to make the same sales as Nira. Runa has to dance absolutely perfectly to get the same applause as Nira. Runa has to become the village’s best fisher to even get people to praise her.

This is very upsetting to Runa.

One day, a very handsome and wealthy man from the next village proposes to their parents and they accept this. Nira is going to be married off and Runa feels a little happy that she will no longer be around. She goes to congratulate her sister but Nira is crying her eyes out at the back of their tiny house. Runa doesn’t get it. What could Nira be upset about! Her life is so easy!

Runa comes to slap some sense into her sister! But Nira looks up at her before she can do it and mistakes her raised hand as in a gesture for a hug, so she lunges at Runa and hugs her terribly!

“Oooof!” Runa goes.

“Oh, if only I was like you, Runa!” Nira wails.

“Whuh?” Runa goes.

“I don’t want to be married off! I wish I was like you, someone who is very good at things that can stand on her own two feet!” Nira exclaims!

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat!” Runa goes!

“Please, teach me how to do something so I can be the best at it! Then they won’t think I have to be dependent on some one else!” Nira begs.

Runa feels dizzy. She pushes her sister away and she says, “You are crazy! You have the best life!”

It is now Nira who stares at her sister as if she has a funny face.

“That’s crazy! I have the worst life! I am no good at anything! How can you think I have the best life!”

The both of them think the other is crazy.

Later on, Nira runs away. Who knows where she goes, no one can say. The parents apologize a lot to the parents of the groom-to-be from the neighbouring village. They send many gifts to make up for their shame. Runa is sometimes sent off to give them her best catch or her best basket.

They ask Runa, “Where is your sister!”

Runa shrugs, “Not here.”

She goes back home after she gives away her best fish or basket. She looks at the horizon sometimes, when no one is looking and she wonders the same question. People misses Nira very much. The flower of their village. Runa misses Nira too, but she does not let it show because she will get into troubles if people finds out that she helps her sister run away.

Runa doesn’t know where Nira is, but she knows one thing: She is at a place where she can own her own destiny.

Snow Wait

Snow Wait

It was still snowing in February, up in Maine, and my plane was delayed for 2 hours. I was tired, I was upset and I was anxious. We had a fight before my plane took off and the last thing I texted her was a rude and angry message. And now I was anxious that I had ruined it all. She had wanted me to take time off from work. Her intentions came from a good place, I knew that. She was worried that I was going to burn out in this job, with all these traveling, with all these long hours. But my boss was a slave driver, and asking for leave was never an easy thing. She knew that, too. Or she should have known that, by now.

I had snapped at her. I texted that I was doing this for both of us, adding a little snide remark that it must have been nice for her to be a stay at home person. That must have stung. That must have hurt.

I wanted to cry and take it all back. I would not be able to be who I am, to get where I’d gotten, without her by my side. I was being selfish and stupid and awful. And now, at the early hours in the morning, I was afraid to go home to my own bed.

Suddenly, a voice called out to me, and there she was, standing in the snow just outside of the arrival gate. She must have been standing a while since there was snow on her, but her smile was warm and full with love. I must have flown to her arms. She hugged me back. I said how sorry I was, about three thousand times.

She laughed. I was home. She was my home.

Polkadot Dragon

Polkadot Dragon

The child grew up with stories of ferocious dragons, black, red and gold ones, breathing fires out of their jaws, flying and swooping through the clouds, all scales and majesty and power. But in truth, dragons came in different shapes and sizes too. Not all were formidable. Some were friendly, some were small, some were a little different than others.

When the child was old enough, the child decided that they would like to see a real dragon. They set out to do so and finally came upon a clearing in the forest where a docile dragon was resting. Immediately, the child was not convinced about the dragon-ness of the dragon. After all, it had polkadots on its body! How could one be a fearsome dragon if one had polkadots on one’s body?

And then suddenly, the dragon purred and rolled on its belly happily. And so, it was not important that a dragon should be terrifying any longer to the child. They immediately jumped on to their new friend and together, they played all day long. They played and ran and had adventures every day until the sun was low and they were spent entirely.

At night, tucked in warmly in their bed, the child made a decision that a friendly dragon was much, much better than a scary one after all.

She isn’t afraid

She isn’t afraid

It started slightly over twenty-four hours ago, and within that short time frame, the world had descended to the absolute pits. There would be time to ask questions later. Puzzling and important ones, like: “What had happened?”, or “Can we fix this?”, or even, “Who the hell fucked it all up?!”

But not now. Not right now. Right now, the strange and deformed creatures that were once human beings were advancing on her from all sides. They weren’t intelligent but they were many. Something had turned them into monsters, more beast than man, they seemed to function as a mob, a hive mentality. She measured the distance between herself and the exit, and drew a deep breath.

Before they coalesced into action, there was still time. Once they engaged, it would be too late. But she… she wasn’t afraid.

She gripped the bent pipe she had found a few hours earlier, and her eyes were clear and alert.

She would make it. Home.