Flowers of children
For bidding adieu for a new day in an enlightened thought to view the
future. The dark spell of expectations can't give a proper meaning to
the aspirations of mind for gaining something in one birth. The story
puts its way from here when a father of a child leaves his family
alone in the home to serve for his country. The child was too small to
understand this; that's why he's crying in melancholy tune. Anyone who
has heart in him can feel pain his voice though to others it will seem
to be bothering. The agony for his father has made the child
speechless, so continues to cry more profoundly and shedding his
invaluable tears.
A child knows only two things- one is to smile and other is to cry and
both are the rare gifts of nature. I don't know but somehow the child
realized his forthcoming loss of his father and reacted in a way one
can expect. The falling water of springs is beautiful to watch. And so
for his cry, tears were so spontaneous and the shrill voice makes one
uncomfortable after some period. But a crying child has his own beauty
to watch. The day is appearing from the room of our discussion.
Sunlight is creeping in the place to watch them. Cold wind is blowing
minutely vaporizing his tears.
Paul Hudson, the father of the child is going along an alley leading
to road which will take him to the railway station where the army camp
is located at present. So many stars in the sky are sacrificing their
lives to illuminate the universe since so long. Paul is thinking
"Today I'm going to the battle field like many others like me for the
cause of my country. It is true that I'm leaving my wife and only
child to darkness, but they will be glorified as me if I'll become a
martyr serving my home land." But his instant delight fades away when
he thinks of the uncertainties of the imminent future of his family
which is under dark cloud. He reiterates to himself "Aren't we a
victim of noxious political motifs? Is there any necessity of war? My
fellow soldiers and I are going to fight for an unknown complexion of
sabotage by clever politicians." He contradicts by questioning to
himself "How can I cheat my nation where I was born and brought up?"
The same observation generates different interpretations in different
people. For they judge from a distinct point of view, conclusions may
be true as they think. Ultimate truth never existed nor will exist.
Every one habitually thinks him or her to be true and claims
similarly. They are true it time and circumstances around them are
taken into account. But causality makes the difference. However how
much responsibility is on his shoulder today! One should complete his
present duties as early as possible before another thought of duty
mess his mind. Paul asks to god "but what for me? There are certain
duties I can't perform simply because of the limits of conceptual
harassment. Right now fresh air is shooting me. It is dangerous at
times because it appeals fire to destroy everything. Today I met a
beggar as you know who was appealing just for food but not for shelter
although he is bereft of that. They are true human beings; they
survive in most inhospitable circumstances and in untold misery. Their
flexibility is matchless. But we still ignore them because they don't
know to earn money. However I must think of completing my jobs. My
every heartbeat is signifying this sense.
My son is thinking in his way about this earth and the surroundings-
the universe; and laughing at the stupidity of the people. He never
gives his attention to his scope and procedure. His reasoning is
simple and we often don't give it a vale. Surprisingly many people
deny his past. Why do I find reasons to things happening all around
and in many cases fail to give a proper explanation? But I'm going out
of the way. I think I need to concentrate. "
Paul is a tired now. Today he had a fight with his wife. There is
significant difference in characteristics between everyone in this
world and both of them have some specialties. A famous person is
closed by a single word in the mouth of fans and sometimes the person
captures the attention of the mass. But this kind of people never does
this so obviously but they are able to put some mark in minds of
people which they remember in times to come. They love to swim in the
sea and drawn. But ignoring the sense of gratification, everyone would
have liked them taking their lives into consideration.
He reaches to the military base after a long journey by train. During
the travel he was amazed to see the beauty of nature. He never saw
nature in this way. But he becomes sad thinking of his family now.
Three months have passed in the military base. Paul is now not as
before. On a sunny Sunday he receives a letter from his family. The
content of the letter is as follows:
Dear paul,
Our one and only son Bill is no more. He died of acute diarrhea. I
tried everything I can. But all my efforts were in vain. I failed to
save him. I called doctors and so many of them. If they could do
something that would at least saved the life of our son. Now I find no
meaning to live. I wonder when I'll go to my son to see him. You don't
have to come. Stay there and serve for the nation. Bill would have
martyred for our country! The only thing I pray to god is to take you
away from me for a good purpose.
See the nightingale is singing such a beautiful tune. But why my heart
cries with it I don't know.
Paul was reading this in a bunker while a shell entered in it.
Do you know who Paul was? Paul is not a celebrity or your friend. And
he will never be a celebrity. He was the friend of humanity. He was
the greatest of your friends. He is the expression of so many uncanny
voices of nature that faded away in darkness but still not enough.