Into the woods, long-lost dreams

There they go into the woods.  Treading down the muddy path, trailing behind a herd of their domestic buffaloes. Dressed in shabby clothes, which either too large or too small for them.  Anyway it suited their surroundings, it seems.

They would slipped or the grass cutting them in almost everywhere on their body.  They have no time to care for their wound.  They said to each other, “Time will heal.” That’s what they can afford the most.

They would often recall their friends enjoying their new series of video games.  In the woods, under the rain what can they do?  While the buffaloes are enjoying the downpour, there’s nothing to enjoy for them.  They waited patiently for the rain to go while they shivered uncontrollably.  Their body becomes pale due to excessive rain.

“Oh! where are our buffaloes?” shouted the elder brother.  For they wouldn’t dare to go home without them.  The animals are their liability as of now. They are the 20th Century village boys living in the hills of the Eastern Mountains*, nearby the Khuga river.

The rain had stopped at last.  However, it was too slippery to roam around in the wild.  They sat in the grass waiting for their shabby clothes to get dry.  They discussed their dreams for the future when they can earn their own living.  Sometimes their words seems to get lost in the woods itself.  However, they are contented as they  have hopes.

“We shouldn’t be here for long.  Let’s get going,  when the time comes we will be able to change our living conditions,” they said hopefully.  Now that they found their buffalo herds, and it’s time go home.

Now, with time flying by, the elder brother always work hard.  But……he’s gone too soon.  They are not able to work on their dream project together.  It seems like a long-lost dreams now.

*Purvanchal Range in eastern Himalayas.

Author: abidings

My name is Siam Ngaihte. I am a Stay-at-home Dad, by choice, and a freelance content writer based in New Delhi, India. I had worked as an Assistant (Accounts & Cash) in State Bank of India for five blissful years. I have Masters Degree in Political Science. I am fighting Epileptic disorder for the past 10 years. In my free time, I love to write, share thoughts, and recount simple life stories in village and metropolitan cities. I love life in its simplicity.

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