Some village boys were playing on the bank of the canal in the shade of the Banyan tree. Water flowing through the canal was sounding like a gentle ring of the temple’s bell. Sun rays were vertically hitting the ground making canal water a bit hotter. A skink “a type of reptile & amphibian creature”, wandering and seemingly fatigued came along the canal bank and lay down as though he walked a long way and needed some rest. But no sooner had he lay down, than one of the boys playing there shouted!
“Hey there! Look at that creature sitting around!”
Soon he yelled, all lads ran along and stood at a little distant from him; staring at as if they just saw an alien.
One of the boys screamed, and within a moment all the boys fell upon skink; picking up sticks and started beating him. Skink, worn out and had almost gone in resting mode, ran towards canal water as fast as he could. Since canal water was shallow, he could be easily visible. So, the boys favorably fell into beating him. Being savagely beaten, skink was running into the water, floundering, and positioning himself swiftly. He was putting his utmost effort ignorant of how badly he was being beaten at that moment.
However, how long could he have faced a bunch of boys who stood at every curve of his path to waylay him! At last, he succumbed and gave up. He had gone in almost dying state but still, boys didn’t leave beating him. Even they were enjoying beating him as if they were playing a game as a team and killing their opponent.
“Hey! Check whether he is dead or not?”
One boy asked, panting and budging skink’s body by his stick. “Seem like he is dead”, another boy also budged him and confirmed his death. Now they sat tiredly on the hunch of the canal edge. Satisfaction, joyous of killing a creature could be easily seen on their faces.
“I killed him”, it was my move to stop him at the Deah (a curved place of the canal)”. “Nope! It was I who passed him out”, another said. Murmuring, painting, and claiming their parts in the victory, they were almost ignorant of the skink that was lying down on the bank of the canal and taking his last breath.
Some Moments Later – “Hey what’s this, where is the skink?” one of the boys randomly looked towards skink’s dead body and yelled in surprise. They all at once looked at the place where skink was lying and amazed! Skink was not there. They looked hither and thither but didn’t find him anywhere.
They were annoyed, feeling like they lost the game at last even though they were victorious. Oh! “You saw him lying dead, how could he wake up after death?” one asked. “He might have surreptitiously slipped I think”, another said.
Their murmuring had escalated on their debacle. But nothing seemed to be gotten; they were heading back on their way, repenting on their surprising defeat, letting the skink slipped, leaving him alive. Their days were over.
Flash Back – Skink was lying almost fainted, but not as it seemed to be. He deliberately pretended to be blacked out as he wanted to store some energy to be at-least alive, make a last attempt to survive. But in the actual, he could only imagine this after severely beaten. All but his mind was movable.
Boys’ murmuring was falling into his ear as if pushing him hard to move forward. Though he hardly had any saved energy for movements yet all he wanted to do was wait for the right time. He, as faintly comprehend that boys were busy in celebrating their unfinished victory, dared to take a chance now.
He mustered his all strength up to budge but failed; he endeavored again and this time, he budged a little. It lit a hope to him. He started making attempts over and over again, the more he tried the more he moved forward, inch by inch, step by step, he was moving forward. While making continuous efforts, even a tiny particle of soil was making him feel like he was overcoming the greatest obstacle of his life. But each new effort he was putting was easier than the earlier one.
Finally, he entered the water. His leg was not helping him swim, but he was committed to overcoming, slowly but he was wading through the water. He was going deeper and farther, now flow of water was his savior.
It seemed like the water stream itself was carrying him on its shoulders and taking him to his destination. He was moving farther away from the boys. He could now feel immense pleasure despite he was suffering from excruciating pain. He was tired; nevertheless, he could sense enormous energy impelling him to move ahead. He didn’t want to stop; he wanted to swim as much as he could, as farther as he could go; a long way away from torture, panic, fear, terror……
Life bestows us several breaks to take the advantages of and get succeed. All you need to do is save energy and wait for the right time. You must keep moving even though you have chosen the toughest path. Be enthusiastic, your every step brings auspicious changes, and your every move makes your next move easier. Your dedication, persistence, hard work, and above all, your set aim not to give up in any circumstances will make you succeed. While your journey, it is pretty much obvious that you will get to slow, get to stop, and get to force to leave, but always keep in mind “You are the paddle of your boat, you have to sail it on your own until it reaches on the bank.”