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flight
of the Spaceship which was flying off the city after the great farewell. She
also joined them happily. Then she turned away from the sky saying:
“Let’s
go .....”
Her
eyes searched someone at her right side.
“Hay,
where you?” asked her. But she could not see him; she turned around again and
again. She asked some people
“Where is he, the young man who is standing
beside me?”
Everybody
began to search him as saying
“Where
is he, just standing here now and a while ago?”
.
She
called him loudly again and again. Nobody found him.
That
time in the garden, on the road of the city everybody moved to and fro, from
place to place and to every nook and corner. At last they gathered hopelessly.
In
the meantime an old monk Meeteism (a religion of Manipur) came there and stood
before her and said:
“My
sweet child, don’t call him again. He will not come again that he was not a
human being, he was the ghost that he died three years ago at the summit
moments of rest after the complete performances of his hard work symbolized the
highest peak of human beauty and while the simultaneously raising of the
perfect thought about the modern world, the creation to judge romance, a
deep-shocked with the operating thought about his unknown mother and the topic
about endless different human-societies. All these combination of his human
natures exposed a rare wave in the universe. But he could not get up again from
his rest. But his will got up as the ghost and went to Samtan for his further
work. Today a while ago the ghost regained the consciousness that he
disappeared. And his death body has been lying under the water of the great
moat in the garden”.
To
hear those words everybody dumbfounded. She ran madly towards the garden. The
crowd too followed her. The body was found under the water after a long search.
To see the big swollen and spongy figure she could not know him. But she could
identify the belt and the trouser. She neither spoke nor cried for the moment
and for many days.
For
the memory of him a beautiful statue holding his original spade was set up to
stand on the little mound in the garden.
One
day, on a full moon night she was standing on the top of the mansion looking at
a little distance that the statue was standing bravely and brightly. Winds from
the garden blew her hairs sporadically and echoing the words “I will see your
lovely face when the wind, from the perfect society, blows your hairs
sporadically” she was thrilled suddenly and began to cry saying:
“I will live for your world, for your aim.”
Her
love would not be confined but spray to every human.
Though
her romance had broken a new full moon of a universal love shined vastly above
the statue. But the message: the tears of the moon will be visible in the clear
sky:
On
the solitary face of
The
Kailash Mountain’s cliff
The
full moon appears
Hiding
half way telling
The
message of love
............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................."The King From The Sky" enovel/
Writer : Ibomcha K; E mail - ibomchak2@gmail.com
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