Seek and ye shall find

The story begins...

          It was difficult to figure out what was written on that paper which I found in the treasure box under that tree. I just could not understand why anyone would take such efforts to hide something so simple under a tree. The treasure box consisted of only a single letter. The letter was not addressed to any specific person. It had only five words. They read “Seek and ye shall find”.

          I stood there reading the phrase again and again. “Seek and ye shall find”. It simply made no sense to me. What should be found? Where should it be sought? As my thoughts sank deeper into the phrase, I felt small droplets of water on my skin. I gazed above to find that it was drizzling. I quickly gathered my things; my book and the treasure box in which I had put the letter, and went inside my home. I stacked the book on my shelf and took out the letter from the box. I looked at the letter for a long time. I read and re-read it, trying to grasp any hint of sanity from it. But in vain, I was unable to decipher its meaning. I put the letter away along with its box frustrated. I realized my stomach was grumbling.It was already 7.30 p.m. and I should have had my dinner a little while ago. I went to the kitchen counter to make a cup of coffee and grab a toast. I put the bread on the toaster and my cup of coffee on the microwave. I waited for them to ping. During my waiting time, which was less than a minute, my mind drifted to that insane phrase, pulling my thoughts to find a hint one way or the other. The toaster and the microwave oven pinged at once, bringing my thoughts back to my appetite. I took them to sofa and sat down to devour my usual dinner. I did not know whether it was my conscience waking up or the food I was eating, the fog on my mind began to rise and I was able to see a clear picture of the most peculiar event of the day.

          I could remember that I was bored on browsing my mobile all day and decided to venture into my vast garden. I picked up one of my most favourite book “Pride and Prejudice” as it was a long time since I last read the book. I strodded onto the garden with my nose tucked under the book. I wanted to read the book and venture into the garden at the same time, so I took up reading the book walking. I was not sure how far or how long I ventured into the garden until I stumbled upon a tree. I was frustrated on my own carelessness and was marveled by my involvement in the book I was reading. Clumsily I brought myself back to consciousness and observed my surrounding cause I honestly had no idea as to my where about in the garden I was standing. The sky has already began to canopy itself with the beginning of the dusk. Realizing that time had run, I turned to go when I noticed something under the tree upon which I knocked myself. I shifted my position to have a better view of the so-called “something”.

          It was half buried in the soil, and its other half which sprouted above the soil was covered with mud and filth. I looked at it for sometime before I cautiously took it out of the soil and placed it on the ground. It was a box, but I was not sure as to what it looked like since it was covered with dirt. I dusted off the mud and recognized the box to be not a normal one but a treasure box. This box didn’t have any key hole nor any puzzle to open it. You had only to pull the lock and it would open. So did I. And that’s when the madness fell into place. The letter, aged more than 10 or 15 years urging desperately to be opened, looking out to me as if begging me to retrieve it from its long nested place. Heeding to its call, I picked it up and read the verse. That verse, it brought me instantly to the present; my toast completely eaten except for the crusts and my coffee half drunk.
My mind was telling me something from the time I read that letter, but I was unable to capture it till then. I had an intuition that this riddle should connect somehow with my home. I began to have the most insane idea that there might be something within the compound of my house that awaits to be found from its long forgotten hideout. I imagined myself in an adventure; an adventure just like Robert Langdon of Dan Brown’s books would go, searching for hidden clues and deciphering quests.