Saturday, September 14, 2019

Migration Tales - Fiction

Once, a closed Abode was occupied by 20 Individuals. There was a sign on the Entry Gate that read, 'We taught the world & we too followed these Words. Traverse with a paramount notion until Dreams & Shares are unfurled. Evince yourself & would be bestowed pleasure & pride. If you qualify, then you shalt be able to quantify on cloud nine.'

Only 7 out of 20 entered through that gate, following teachings in verbatim AS Remaining ones already dwelled there. The Abode was filled with, what one whose belly always remained unfilled, would want(ed).

And it was Differentiated too.

One day it started running out of supply that bequeathed lust, ackers, pride & of course temporary standards. All recalled their teachings in verbatim. With those engravings, NONE in the first place only could have ended up being the well wisher of that abode. These were Individuals. Quarrelled. Few exited, anticipating, would find something similar somewhere else (Deja Vu) after exhausting, WHILE Others, restarted to restructure the foundation on the 'same' principle.

Story is Cyclic & Unending.

The best part about perceptible evolution is features never chang(ed), so far. Like natural selection, features attract features. Just superficial coating kept refracting. One can transcribe a sugar coated theory but won't help in advancing. Plums aren't grown on Pineapple trees. Duh!

What's taught or metrics used, won't change substratum but would always emanate contrast reflections in a form, to downsize anything once believed to be sizable.

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2019