The missing pieces…

 That was the time when load shading, power cuts were rare and we children in the family used to wait for the moment there's a power cut. Use of inverters and generators were not a common thing then. So whenever there's a power cut, the whole family would gather in the verandah. Laying down on cool cane mattress spread under the open sky we used to count stars (!), draw out constellations and listen to stories told by grand maa or papa. And eventually fell asleep in the process…

In one such evening we were surprised to discover a star that was continuously moving fast from the southern sky and vanished in the northern horizon, within a span of twenty minutes. That remained one of the greatest wonders of the universe until one day I read about artificial satellites in the science book. After the enlightenment, we never felt as excited about finding another 'fast moving star'. (Knowledge kills the charm!)

In another such evening, papa told us the story of the circle that lost a piece of it and was sad. “The circle roamed all over the earth started searching for a piece that will fit into its missing portion. It talked to each and everything that it came across, rested under the cool shadow of the trees and doused the thirst by drinking fresh and cool stream waters. All the time, it missed the lost piece.

But even after searching through 3/4 th of the globe, it failed to find a piece that will make it full circle. The disgusted circle was to give up its hopes when all of a sudden it stumbled on a piece of circle that was a perfect match with the piece it has lost. Circle did no effort to hide its happiness, fitted it on the broken portion and started rolling fast like before.

After a few rolls, it realised to its dismay that his world around has lost its colours after it became a full circle. As it rolls fast now, it has no time to smile at the flowers, to watch the awesome colours of the butterflies and to tell them how beautiful they are. The only colour the universe has is white. The circle stopped for a while, dismantled the new piece it has attached, threw it away and started rolling slowly again. No need to mention it talked to everything on the way…colours of the rainbow was restored…”

I am still not sure what intention papa had because it made no sense to the others amongst us as they were too immature to feel the excitement, bliss the story gave me.

And now I am living with so many pieces missing…

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