It was dark. The rain poured like there was no tomorrow. The river, like an angry wife, displayed its tantrums in full flow.
A lone candle cut through the darkness.
The Coracle Man sat in his filthy hut on the riverbank. As he had always done for the past 35 years, he awaited patiently for passengers to ferry across the bank.
Once upon a time, there lived a simpleton!
He came from a far-off village and his education was so-so. Teachers at his modest Government school would often say, “you only know to eat, why do you even come to school”. Somehow he struggled through to complete 8th standard – the equivalent of a degree in his village.
Now that education was ‘done with’, his father reminded him of his family duties – getting any job that would help reduce the family’s burden.
Just like every ‘educated person’ in his village, he too set off to that paradise called Hangalore in search of a career. High hopes and a smile on face.
Once upon a time in 2010, there lived an unnamed puppy.
He was playful and naughty. He liked going out on his own to explore the neighborhood. It gave him a chance to spin tales of his heroic adventures to his 4 siblings. Of course, the mother knew he was spinning tales and warned him not to go alone into this big bad world!!!
But our dude would listen to none, let alone Mom! And off he went again exploring the big bad world of J.P Nagar, .. alone!
His bad luck, it rained that day, heavily! Lightening struck! Streets were filled with water! Every little place was wet!
He lost his way, got wet and was almost in tears.
Heroism turned into fear, fear into helplessness!
His Mom and siblings were nowhere to be seen. He searched and searched and searched… only in vain.
He then fell into a culvert and couldn’t climb out despite all his efforts. All he could do was to wail.