Away
written by: S. Anand
Aeons ago, he went looking for gold among the glittering stars.
Many a wind had raged since, many a cloud scattered; his canoe docked to the port had waned, its oars long lost.
Back home, the dinner table was laid and they waited for him under a feeble lantern that gasped for breath with every passing breeze.
Whenever they saw shooting stars that flew like sparks off his anvil, they knew he was striking gold but all they wished for was for him to return to their faded abode.
The night grew thicker, the soup cold, and one by one, they slept off at the table.
Finally, when he returned with a chest full of gold, all he would need was a handful of flowers.
S. Anand is a researcher with a PhD in engineering and loves reading. Occasionally he dabbles with writing short poems and stories, and with digital art. He is currently residing in Mumbai, India.
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