“FABLER”

Shakir was an old shepherded. Although, he was old and wrinkled face but still energetic. He was always busy with his goats in meadows. A wooden cottage on the river’s bank was his home. He lived alone. A lamp, a cot, a hand-fan and some utensils were at his inventory. He always attired a white cloak. Shakir was a wit soul of that dale.

A pleasant day of autumn is today. Whiff of rather cold and scented breeze are coming from the river side. Leaves are rustling with every whiff. A multitude of populace gathered around him. He is unveiling a fable to the Public.

He said, “A boat was floating on the river’s chest” “A prince and a fairy were in it”. “Both the fairy and prince were in love”. “They used to met daily there”. “They used to spend some time there and then they went away back”. “They came from the other bank of the river”. “Now they are in the boat.” He told. “Perhaps, they were supernatural creature, I don’t know”. He added, “The clouds were leaning over the earth that day and enchanting the beauty of the environment and making it more romantic”. He whispered in a romantic mode. When clouds embraced the sun a gloomy darkness was there. For a little while clouds unveiled the glaring sun, the golden beams of brightening sun made the entire river glittering. Bewitching mountains were stood along the both sides of river. Alluring mountains were enhancing the beauty of that dale and making it worth seeing” He continued, “The both prince and fairy abode there”.

“Now the boat was in the midst and prince rowing it”, he is telling to audience. Suddenly, fairy said to prince, “Please stop the boat”. She asked to prince,” Please, tell me what life is? What you think about it? The prince smiled and said, “Perhaps, life is an alluring bride who is waiting for groom of death”. “It may be an enchanting dream”. “And what death is?” She whispered politely. The prince answered, “If life is a boat then death is a flood, if life is a cord, the death is a knife which cuts it, If life is a gold, then death is a robber which robs it, If life is a palace………..” stop it now”, she uttered. “Oh! You are making me shattered”, she said, “listen me honey, I will explain both the life and the death according to my opinion”. She states, “Death is a vast sea and life is a boat, when we make a mistake it can’t afloat, that’s all my love”.

The fabler could not continue it more because his tongue is bridled. When he stopped, people outta from a bewitching tale. They saw, shakir’s body is shivering. He is crying. Now his crying voice was declining weak and then faded. His pulse has sunk. At once, he did feel comfort, now he is lying on the soil peacefully. He is comfortable lying but without pulse and throb. An old man come forward from populace, checked the shakir’s pulse and uttered, “Alas! shakir’s boat of life has sunk”, “Perhaps, He has made a mistake in the sea of death”. Oh! The poor fabler. “Life is nothing else a bewitching tale”, the old man said and covered his lifeless body with a sheet of cloth.