“How could a bunch of motorized machines generate the kind of euphoria she witnessed every single day?” she wondered from where she saw it all.Right from the time of the inception of this colossal fancy adventure park on the highway across her little village that catered to the urban developments around the village, she had her sights on the mechanical sources of pleasure that people thronged in to experience, ready to fight all the panic that came rushing with the speed and heights the rides pumped them with. She pestered her Baba to take her in there, but unfortunately they were shooed off from the magnificently elaborate entrance gate itself. The forbidden heaven that seemed like a gateway to some kind of a dreamlike fairyland meant for a few fortunate ones. Apparently, your money meter decided whether you were eligible enough to enter the premises that beheld the promises of unbridled rush of joy and excitement.
The rich and privileged ones from affluent places nearby were seen zooming into this mystical adventure land in their flashy swanky cars. Aasma would watch in wonder from her courtyard every evening as the pitch of their voices rose in a unison of excited yelps while they slid helplessly winding down the treacherous roller-coaster rides. Treacherous – because, on one such fateful day, the roller-coaster decided to go by its own mind and refused to obey any orders. And that led to the goriest accident that the naive villagers had ever witnessed in their vicinity. Loss of lives and blood had brought the life-taking rides to a halt. But only temporarily. After all, someone had invested their monies in the project and they ensured that they sucked out the fruits of their invested wealth even at the cost of innocent lives. Lives of those who were out to have some harmless fun that costed them much more than a few thrills.
Her Baba had a solution for everything. The makeshift joy ride that he had made for her with his deft fingers to compensate for his inability to afford her whim to visit the adventure park had turned out be much beyond her expectations. The pure elation that gushed through her, every single time she pushed herself back to launch herself forth to aim for the sky was a feeling words could never describe. It surpassed all the promised joys that an expensive roller-coaster ride could ever offer her. This was her own personal secure joy ring of adventure – much simpler yet more fun than any roller-coaster ride. She dug her naked toes on the ground below in preparation for yet another swing high above, raising a tiny cloud of dust. Nestling her tiny frame in the rubber tyre that hung on a rope from a huge Neem tree that stood in their courtyard, Aasma sent herself flying yet again in glee in the blue windy skies….up, up…and above!
I want a turn on the swing next.
I'm sure all of us here could do with a turn of the swing Jeffrey 🙂
Sounds thrilling! Made me want a turn too! ♥
Oh yes Kathy…I'm sure you wouldn't regret it when your turn comes 🙂
What a beautiful story you tell, Vinodini! Of longing, joy, fate and so many things. Wonderful narration!
Thank you for your kind words Beloo.I'm glad you liked it.
Wow this was so poetic in many ways….I can't find the right words to describe…Only that I want a swing in it too!!
Poetic, eh Nabanita? Yeah, the swing sure is tempting…isn't it?!
I'm glad she didn't ride the coaster on that fateful day, and that Baba had made her a tire swing instead! I don't think I've ever swung on one but it looks like such fun! Your story is so vivid and alive Vinodini! 🙂 <3
Yes Elly, she was fortunate enough to escape the accident thanks to her Baba's thoughtfulness.
I'm sure you would enjoy the swing if you ever get a chance to swing on one! Glad you liked the story <3
Finally, innocence and goodness triumphed through her Baba. Vinodini, you brought a unique sensitivity to this beautiful story. It simply won hearts:)
Thank you Vishal. I'm happy that the story struck a chord with you.
Me next please…. 😀
He he he, sure Sheethal, anytime 😉
Love how you've woven your story to pass on a simple message… 🙂
Oh and I adore that photo!
Hey, thanks Sanch! Looks like fun doesn't it?!
Beautifully written…!!! and an awesome message portrayed..!! 🙂