A Short Story …
The crumpled piece of paper lay desolate by the side of the road. What was written on it was meaningless, an inference one could make out from its neglected state. It appeared as if the paper had resigned itself to its fate, waiting while standing frozen in time.
A gentle gust of wind lifted the paper in the air. Forced not by the will of its own, the paper rolled on in the air , in a smooth motion, imitating the movement of a free bird. It flew on for a few blocks when the wind turned its direction towards the road where few people were walking to their early morning shift. And it was then that it struck on her face and fell dead on the road.
She frowned. She was already half an hour late to work. Her first impulse was to ignore it and keep walking. But something within her made her resist. On an impulse, she picked up the crumpled piece of paper and slowly unfolded it, not sure what to expect inside. The paper had a big smiley and a short message written in it:
“Keep smiling. Take care.”
She smiled. She wondered why someone would throw away such a beautiful message. But that didn’t matter now to her. Folding the paper neatly , she kept it inside her wallet and happily strolled towards her workplace singing her favourite song.
***This story is dedicated to the elephant.
