Imperfect Fiction

Natural

Natural

Vimi Bajaj

The grasses remained a bright and vivid green, a sea change apparent. The world awoke today in a daze of colorful hues. Dazzle. A tough turmoil. Oranges tossed and left to decay in lumps and piles in the leafy beds and twine. Nifty creatures emerged, small clawing, furiously rubbing forepaws and watching, clued in on a sound or a scent in the air. Out of their burrows and hideouts, just the front men for now, ready to cast a signal to the others, if need be.

When the sun sets it gets cold quickly. And all must be handed over to night, sheep in their frisky fashion make a tumult of noise, baas and bells in the distance. Because of the bells, humans not far behind, herding, probing, walking the distance throughout the territory. They steal food like bandits, making their getaway really quick, quick enough that they afford nibbling time during the heist all in a day’s work.

A big gold rim, total eclipse, come tonight, seen fortuitously, no prior knowledge. Some things happen and you want to interpret it, as if there was a meaning attached, but there is not, is there? Only it feels just so, especially because you have other things on your mind that you make connections to. It is an inescapable pastime. But the pragmatic among us would say it is a waste, superstitious and unworthy of consideration in the next round. Advancements stop, real or otherwise. You have just fallen in someone’s eyes. But point of fact, because the sun’s rays had earlier hit you and your mind’s preoccupations just so and just then and you have made your interpretations wily, you decide you don’t give a damn about them anymore and you proceed with your new-fangled open mindedness until lo and behold, something finally make sense and that is your faith in your gut feeling and it keeps you sane. So long to the naysayers, to the pragmatists. You, a female of the species (and regardless of that fact, now that you’ve found this out about yourself, your circumstances and the eclipse) enter the forest with surety like a man, but not so, because you have to crouch to pee. Some things cannot be helped.

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