"Krishna. I wish to read Grandma's letters."
"NOW THAT'S SOME REAL GOOD NEWS! Read them aloooouuuud," she said, dumping mango peels and seeds in the soil.
I felt my privacy being attacked. At the same time, I didn't want to hurt her.
"PRIVACY ON THE RESCUE!" she said, "You may read-them-alone-first."
Maybe it was just my face, that simply conveyed what I thought.
"Go hooome now, it's getting dark," her back still facing me, "and chillyyyy~~"
I looked around the hill and a chill ran down my spine. Not of nervousness or fear, like all the other times, but for a cold breeze that had started to blow.
"Maybe I should meet Ivy on the way back home," I told her rather questioningly.
"OF COURSE AMBER! Go meet her."
And that's when I noticed her. The long blue attire she wore everyday was a little dust-laden. And she did not sound very well.
"You seem to have caught a cold." I said, though I knew it was something else.
"Noooooope," she turned around funnily in her dramatic manner, "Look it's done! We've saved the river! "
I stayed silent.
"We dumped-the-mango-peels-in-the-soil. Soils these days are devoid of nutrientsssss, OUR MANGOES have enriched the soil. And guessssss what, my children'll have 4 EXTRA MANGO TRESS to sit on."
"So how does it benefit the river?"
"HAH! Someone else would've THROWN-it-in-here," she pointed towards the river. "And the river feels suffocated if it is CLOGGED," She feels her freedom-is-being-seized, her true-nature-being-defied. Because her true obligation is to caper about the hilllll and further, the cityyyy in her merryyyy gait. And it's our duty to help her, is it not?
'Why is it only our duty to serve her?' was what I wanted to ask but she continued to speak. I ended up staying quiet.
"... because WE, we're-fragments-of-the-SAME-universe. We share a pious relationship with her, she supports a MASSIVE life cycle, and she needs our co-operation. It's simple, y'know."
"It is only seldom that I get to see your sensible talks, and its amazing, truly amazing," I remarked in all my adoration for her.
"And YOU, are-turning-more-humorous everyday. Congrats."
Krishna laughed at my sarcasm, and I laughed at her fits of laughter.
"I think I should get going. I wonder who you really are sometimes." I said.
"Allegories," she replied, "we all are." and threw a pleasant smile at me.
YOU ARE READING
Amber
Teen Fiction"Your true reflection can heal you when you're caught up in your fears." Amber is a socially anxious young girl struggling to find meaning in life. The only friends she makes are a speaking tree and later, a mischievous girl who lives near the river...
