It passed through the town, but possibly thought it to be some "bad land", it remembered its source but the prospect of destination has faded away, it had a desire to display its might but hardly anyone seemed to notice it, it was thought to be a relative of those artificial water passages made by some creatures on Earth, whose water was naturally black and the truth seemingly hidden beneath the dark surface.
The stranger walked down by river. It was difficult to describe him, not because he was strange but rather he was not worth noticing. He was lean, tall and carried a large bag over his shoulder. He did invite some attention from the children who were playing on the banks of the river when the football hit him. He turned and kicked the football back with a smile. The eldest among the players returned a smile as courtesy, but then a maximal utilization was to be of the recreation time.
And while its destination was ambiguous, it always had a feeling that the sea was nearby, for there was a smell of salt in the air. It always believed that one day the soil would give way for it to touch the sea. It had faint memories of mingling with the seawater but wasn't quite sure about it. It always tried to maintain an oblivion over the fact that it was gradually losing it strength.
The stranger too was carrying means to sanction him the strength to continue his trek in apparent monotony. But the stranger looked serious and sane enough to not just keep on walking aimlessly along the banks of a narrow stream. The cumulus clouds passed by, being carried by the strong winds. He looked up at the sky and then looked down. The reflection of clouds were not visible; partly because black surface did not reflect and partly because the green surface did not reflect.
The river seemed to notice the stranger, perceiving the perplexed look he carried. It was not unusual to see creature by your bank, however this man was different. He seemed to have an extraordinary curiosity towards the river or at least this was what its explanation of his expression.
He was noticed being distracted by the chirping of the bird and distant indistinct noises of traffic. Although his focus on walking always returned back instantaneously.
There was possibly more in common between these two entities than either of them could fathom.
And it remembers how it all began high up in the mountain. Multiple short streams unified together to make a giant stream which enters the plain. The faint memory also had the sketches of the great force with which it swiftly came down from the slopes. Its recent memory only recounts colliding a large concrete structure which could perhaps stop the force of the world's greatest river. It only has a fraction of force it used to have but the faint memory kept have successfully kept it disillusioned at most instants.
The width had reduced. "Possibly this man too is coming from the concrete wall."
The stranger sat down by the river. Not a very ideal place to sit for the water there was stinky and algae had invaded over it. This act made the river's belief of their connection a little more firm.
At its source, the river was enthusiastic, as it gets a chance to think that it would change the world and leave its mark on the soil. Little did it have any idea over how the events would unfold.
The journey has been marred with tragedies but the faint memory compensates for it. There is a time it had force and sediments didn't have the courage to stand its way, but once it was on the receiving side of the blow, all the agents came back to haunt, albeit they were not on the weaker side.
The stranger took out a piece of paper from his pocket. It was something which made him smile and be dejected simultaneously, possibly resulting from the faint memory of being good before everything messed up and also by the faint memory of the mess which made him feel good. It was difficult to judge, however the river could identify with him. Perhaps because it had more pity for himself than the stranger. He got up and started walking again.
The river was dying, the river was on the verge of death. At the destination the river simply merged into land. And throughout its course, the land was trying to invade the water body. The stranger became relatively sad as he progressed along the downstream. The faint memories seemed to be exposing more details. The impermanence of the river was always guaranteed but the in its life it experienced more turmoil than what was known at the source. The stranger was young, well before the first wave of serious melancholy must strike.
Although it was really ignorant by its nature, it somehow always had this faint instinct of the death. That it would cease to appear. That it may not complete its promised years. That it would suffer for the act of others. That it suffer by the choice of its turns. That it would succumb to its fate. And the marks it left on the soil would soon be replaced.
Despite all this the river has a hope that it could still be revived. Somehow the land will just move back, or a glacier meltdown up in the mountains would overpower that concrete wall, or the sea by itself would make its way to meet its old companion.
The stranger walked up to a point around 2 km from the municipal boundaries of the town. He seemed even more sorrowful.
The stranger at this point changed his mind and direction away from the stream. The two entities were flowing together; one of them have now forked away, like a new tributary.
From that point, the river could only hypothesize his fate.
The stranger walked down by river. It was difficult to describe him, not because he was strange but rather he was not worth noticing. He was lean, tall and carried a large bag over his shoulder. He did invite some attention from the children who were playing on the banks of the river when the football hit him. He turned and kicked the football back with a smile. The eldest among the players returned a smile as courtesy, but then a maximal utilization was to be of the recreation time.
And while its destination was ambiguous, it always had a feeling that the sea was nearby, for there was a smell of salt in the air. It always believed that one day the soil would give way for it to touch the sea. It had faint memories of mingling with the seawater but wasn't quite sure about it. It always tried to maintain an oblivion over the fact that it was gradually losing it strength.
The stranger too was carrying means to sanction him the strength to continue his trek in apparent monotony. But the stranger looked serious and sane enough to not just keep on walking aimlessly along the banks of a narrow stream. The cumulus clouds passed by, being carried by the strong winds. He looked up at the sky and then looked down. The reflection of clouds were not visible; partly because black surface did not reflect and partly because the green surface did not reflect.
The river seemed to notice the stranger, perceiving the perplexed look he carried. It was not unusual to see creature by your bank, however this man was different. He seemed to have an extraordinary curiosity towards the river or at least this was what its explanation of his expression.
He was noticed being distracted by the chirping of the bird and distant indistinct noises of traffic. Although his focus on walking always returned back instantaneously.
There was possibly more in common between these two entities than either of them could fathom.
And it remembers how it all began high up in the mountain. Multiple short streams unified together to make a giant stream which enters the plain. The faint memory also had the sketches of the great force with which it swiftly came down from the slopes. Its recent memory only recounts colliding a large concrete structure which could perhaps stop the force of the world's greatest river. It only has a fraction of force it used to have but the faint memory kept have successfully kept it disillusioned at most instants.
The width had reduced. "Possibly this man too is coming from the concrete wall."
The stranger sat down by the river. Not a very ideal place to sit for the water there was stinky and algae had invaded over it. This act made the river's belief of their connection a little more firm.
At its source, the river was enthusiastic, as it gets a chance to think that it would change the world and leave its mark on the soil. Little did it have any idea over how the events would unfold.
The journey has been marred with tragedies but the faint memory compensates for it. There is a time it had force and sediments didn't have the courage to stand its way, but once it was on the receiving side of the blow, all the agents came back to haunt, albeit they were not on the weaker side.
The stranger took out a piece of paper from his pocket. It was something which made him smile and be dejected simultaneously, possibly resulting from the faint memory of being good before everything messed up and also by the faint memory of the mess which made him feel good. It was difficult to judge, however the river could identify with him. Perhaps because it had more pity for himself than the stranger. He got up and started walking again.
The river was dying, the river was on the verge of death. At the destination the river simply merged into land. And throughout its course, the land was trying to invade the water body. The stranger became relatively sad as he progressed along the downstream. The faint memories seemed to be exposing more details. The impermanence of the river was always guaranteed but the in its life it experienced more turmoil than what was known at the source. The stranger was young, well before the first wave of serious melancholy must strike.
Although it was really ignorant by its nature, it somehow always had this faint instinct of the death. That it would cease to appear. That it may not complete its promised years. That it would suffer for the act of others. That it suffer by the choice of its turns. That it would succumb to its fate. And the marks it left on the soil would soon be replaced.
Despite all this the river has a hope that it could still be revived. Somehow the land will just move back, or a glacier meltdown up in the mountains would overpower that concrete wall, or the sea by itself would make its way to meet its old companion.
The stranger walked up to a point around 2 km from the municipal boundaries of the town. He seemed even more sorrowful.
The stranger at this point changed his mind and direction away from the stream. The two entities were flowing together; one of them have now forked away, like a new tributary.
From that point, the river could only hypothesize his fate.
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