The clouds grew
darker every minute and the rain was pouring incessantly throughout the night. The occasional
lightning lit up the entire village as the peasants drifted off into a peaceful
slumber.
With such a beautiful
weather, one can’t help but enjoy the rainfall but there was one, who couldn't relish it!
He wasn't satisfied with what life gave him!
Amidst the dark
clouds and pouring rain, he stood by the door of his hut wondering how to change
his future. The young boy is Richo who’s very much alive like every other human
being but he’s a boy made of wood!
“I want to be human,”
Richo thought to himself. “I want to earn the respect of villagers and everyone
else.”
He wasn’t happy with
his one life…
Frustrated and in the
precipice of his wits, Richo stepped out of the hut and started walking in the
rain. The soft mud made it difficult to tread his footsteps but he was
determined to find an answer.
Richo walked as fast
as his legs could carry him but there was a mammoth issue ahead. The boy was
completely unaware of his final destination yet he kept moving!
As the rain lashed
even harder, he decided to take a break and found shelter beneath the nearest
banyan tree. It was huge, filled with green leaves all over and gave him ample
space to stand.
Minutes later, a
powerful lightning struck the Banyan tree.
Richo, who was
walking with a heavy heart didn’t fail to notice the lighting and the strange
young boy standing below it. He increased his pace and ran towards the tree
only to witness a shocking display.
The young boy made
out of wood began to grow as soon as the lightning struck and turned into a
handsome human.
“Oh, boy…” Richo
exclaimed. The young man smiled as he went near. “Can you help me become human
like you did?"
The generous man
helped him stand under the tree and the duo waited for the next streak of
lightning but as ill fate would have it, it struck the man right on his head
and he fell dead.
Richo fainted along
with the man only to wake up few hours later! He was perplexed and couldn’t
understand a thing until he realized his soul has been split in parts due to
the powerful lightning.
It was Richo himself
who stood far across the land as he saw a part of his soul transform into a
man. His other half became a wooden toy, his original self and was far flung into the land.
He witnessed his own
transformation and the second strike killed a part of his soul, the human but
the wooden boy survived, somehow!
Richo realized an
important lesson. “One life is precious enough to cherish,” he mumbled to
himself as he started walking towards his hut.
