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“Tell me exactly what happened the day Meera died” the little girl said. And so Aryan began his story
Aryan was confused; Meera had lashed out at him when he took her wooden horse from her. She was so unpredictable, she never listened, she never wanted to give him a second chance. So uncompromising, so vindictive. Didn’t she know that when he took her wooden horse, he only wanted to fix it? Didn’t she know that however much she would ignore every bit of it, deep inside he only loved her.
Aryan ran as fast as he could to the only place he knew he would find her. The place where she wounded the sheep. He did not know what to think of her behaviour, but he decided to try and understand. Meera was exactly where he had expected her, but what surprised him slightly was that now she had ceased to wound the sheep. She only mercilessly killed them. There was a crazed look in her eyes. Aryan took a step back, afraid of what Meera had become. Meera pointed at a sheep peacefully sleeping and said, “I raised it from the dead! It rose like the dust in the paddy fields and mingled with our elements, but I gave it life. Aryan! Listen to me! I am God! I can resurrect!”
“You killed a sheep! What are you doing Meera!” Aryan said looking at her bloodied hand, and a second sheep lying dead at her feet.
Meera held the dead sheep and caressed it. With each stroke she whispered something in the ear of the sheep. It was the most incredible thing Aryan had ever witnessed in his life. But he stood where he was standing and held his breath. Afraid of what might happen next. After a few minutes, the most miraculous thing ever happened. The sheep started to breathe. Slow rasping breaths at first, as if it was pulling each breath from an unseen and unknown force. Slowly and steadily, the breathing became more regular and Meera smiled at him self righteously.
“Meera! You cannot do this! This is wrong! This is an aberration of nature! This is obscene!” Aryan screamed, holding his head tightly.
Aryan did not understand why he did what he did next; he only knew that it was important to do. He pulled Meera up on her feet and dragged her towards the sea. The calm blue sea, with its soothing white flaky froth snuggling at their feet. The deep sea always calmed Aryan down, and whispered unknown truths to him that helped him decide. It was a strange day, something red about the sky, something green about the sea. It was a strange day. Aryan knew Meera was scared of the sea. It was too deep for her, too unfathomable. The only thing that was more powerful that her, the only thing that was a match for her.
Meera was scared. Not scared enough to admit it, her pride did not allow that. But she was scared. The sea was an unknown being for her. Unlike the familiar touch of the land, the tangible, non transient land that she loved, the sea was ever changing. It had no shape. It held onto nothing. It seemed like the edge of the world, where everything dissolved to nothingness. Meera was scared. But Aryan did not stop dragging her. He kept dragging her till she was waist deep in the water. Meera flung out her arms trying to grasp onto something. When the great wave struck down upon them only Aryan tried his best to save her. Meera was gone. The pale pallor of her face and the empty sounds of her veins told him she was dead. Meera died the day she learnt to resurrect.
The little girl smiled after Aryan had finished telling the story.
“So this is all that happened the day Meera died?” She asked
“Yes, that is all.”
“You fool! I Am Meera. You took my body to Ved in the slight hope that like me he had learnt to resurrect. Fool! I learnt to resurrect in the sole motive of learning to be immortal. I Am Meera! I have come back.”
Aryan took a step back. His face had taken on a ghastly pallor. He wiped his brow on the back of his hand.
“Why have you come back?” Aryan asked
Meera laughed. Her laughter rang through the whole forest.
“I intend to meet my brother” She replied
Ved knew that the appearance of Meera’s favourite locket was not a mere coincidence. It seemed unlikely that the very day he loses Meera’s flute, he finds her locket hanging in his room. It was too much of a coincidence to be true. Something was amiss. He knew he only had to wait. He knew the answer would appear to him if he waited long enough at the temple. So he waited
It was only after a few minutes, that he saw the answer. He saw the last piece of the puzzle align itself in its right place. Far ahead walking towards him was a little girl with a sad smile, of the same age that Meera was when she died, walking towards him. The thing that made him laugh out loud was the fact that she was holding a flute in her hand. Meera’s Flute.
This is the official end to the series. all the ones who have so paitently read all the parts and beared with me and my late entries….Thank You! I request everyone to please give me their reactions to the main characters of the story; Meera, Aryan and Ved.
Thank you again!