Sunday, April 1, 2012

That Last Night

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 26; the 26th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'That Last Night'.



The last night was long, very very long.
As the night began, the moonlight guided me, showing the path ahead. But soon the clouds covered the moon and there was complete darkness all around. Not a soul was visible. I was in the middle of the forest, completely lost. Where to go? Which direction ? I was not able to decide. I gave up and sat down.

Then, I heard something - the sound of the river. I was hearing the sound for the first time. In fact, it was the first time I had ever heard anything. Earlier, I did not need to. During the light of the day my eyes were enough to guide me. But the night made me discover my hearing senses.
Now, even in the light of the day I hear, I hear the sweet songs of the birds, I hear the flow of water, I hear the wind blow.

I moved towards the river by following the sound, hoping it will take me out of the forest. But all of a sudden my head banged against a tree and I fell down on the impact. Blood started oozing out of my forehead. But staying down was not an option. I tried to get up and in the process my hands touched the tree, and I, felt the tree. That was the first time I had felt anything, ever. Earlier, I did not need to. During the light of the day my eyes were enough to guide me. But the night made me discover my sensation of touch.
Now, even in the light of the day I feel, I feel the wet grass, I feel a bunny's soft skin, I feel a stream of water brushing against my hands and trying to escape between the fingers.

I moved towards the river, but this time stretching out my hand and feeling any obstacle to prevent my head banging against it. I could hear the river louder and clearer as I went ahead. But suddenly my legs got stuck. I was unable to move. I had stepped into a morass and I realised, to my horror, that I was sinking. I got hold of the trunk of a nearby tree and tried to move out of the morass. After an epic struggle I finally came out. While I was still catching my breath, I realised something was different. Something which was not present earlier was present now.  Yes, it was the pungent smell of the morass. It was the first time I had smelled anything. Earlier, I did not need to.During the light of the day my eyes were enough to guide me. But the night made me discover my sense of smell.
Now, even in the light of the day I smell, I smell the rose, I smell the soil after the first drops of rain, I smell the morning dew.

I continued moving towards the river; hearing, feeling and smelling along the way to make sure I was on the right path. Right at the stroke of dawn I reached the river. Finally, I had come out of the forest !

I will always be grateful for the last night, even though it was long. But for the night, I would have never heard the song of a bird, felt the wet grass or smelled a rose.
What a boring life that would have been !



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32 comments:

Enchanta said...

Your thoughts remind me of Tagore!
Very poignant. It would make a good reading material for Chicken Soup for the soul! :)

viva_andya said...

wel.. well.. a refreshing and rejuvenating article.. loved it :)

Sunjoo Krishna said...

The image of you I have now in the daytime is of someone who walks with ears cocked, hands stretched in front as he continues to make sniffing noises :). Just kidding... Good positive spin on the topic.

Shilpa Nair said...

Lol @ SK's comment above. But seriously, ur post makes one contemplate how much we take things for granted and overlook most things in life.

Vikram Pyati said...

Enchanta... OMG !!! No words to say.. Thanks for the appreciation :)

Vikram Pyati said...

Viva_andya - Glad you liked the post. Thanks :)

Vikram Pyati said...

Sunjoo - Lol.. couldn't stop laughing at the comment. But hey, you aren't too off the mark .. haha. Thanks for reading the post.

Vikram Pyati said...

Shilpa, thats right. We take too many things for granted and sometimes god/nature gives us a shock treatment to make us appreciate them.

Thanks for dropping by :)

Maun Vision said...

Beauty of midnight walk and the smell of nature, really freshening. *envy*

The Fool said...

Beautiful narrative. Just loved it. Excellent narrative and nicely you have blended verse with prose. I should also try that some time. Only thing is I feel a beautiful piece force fitted with Blog-a-ton title. The piece could have had a much more beautiful and apt title than the Blog-a-ton theme.

Vikram Pyati said...

Thanks Manu - Glad you liked the post.

Vikram Pyati said...

Thanks a lot TF. I am glad you liked the post. Was waiting for your comment :)
You are right, the title could have been different, probably, "The Last Night" would have been better.

Amity said...

Nice one Vikram...all your senses at work in that one night and made you even poetic realizing the use of those senses...:)

Well done! Good luck!

astrosunilnomy said...

disliked it, sorry ..may be its just me ! i was looking for sense of completeness or closure to your story, why were you lost in middle of forest, the pic does not go with the plot...or i could not imagine a reason otherwise..

Vikram Pyati said...

Thanks very much Amity :)

Vikram Pyati said...

Hey Sunil... first of all thanks very much for a very frank opinion :)

Just to explain what I had in mind when I wrote this. This is not a short story in real sense. It is written metaphorically. Being in the middle of the forest in night when even the moon is covered by the clouds represents 'bad times'. And the light of the day represents 'good times'.
What I wanted to tell was that in bad times we discover so many of our strengths which we did not even know we possessed, because we never needed them in our good times. But once your discover those strengths you can enjoy the life so much better, and for this we have to be thankful to the 'night'.

Regarding the pic, I just wanted to have a picture of night with stars, which represents hope.

Cherry Blossom said...

A poetic - prose composition, indeed well- crafted and unusual vision. Loved your take on the topic. Made an interesting and refreshing read. All the best.

Vikram Pyati said...

Thanks very much Cherry Blossom.

Sankar Shaji said...

something different :) nice

all the best :)

Vikram Pyati said...

Thanks Sankar :)

Chetan said...

i liked the way you connected day and night, and with beautiful narration indicating the importance of attributes that night helped us realize...a very different and innovative take..:)

lIl hIgH said...

The narration style is unique. I liked the style. Good read.

Vikram Pyati said...

Thanks very much Chetan...

Vikram Pyati said...

III higH - Thanks for the appreciation :)

aativas said...

That Last Night of Awakening .. Wish it stays with you forever!!

Vikram Pyati said...

aativas - I hope so too :) Thanks for taking time to comment.

Someone is Special said...

a beautiful story with verse in between made it too good.

Vikram Pyati said...

Thanks SIS :)

Kshitij said...

That was v beautiful. I love the transitions (kind of learning points) you made.

Initially, like any stupid reader, I was hoping to find out what forest.. and why??

But later, I realized the forest did not matter.

Good job buddy.

D2 said...

Very poignant and seems very refreshing because of all the nature you've used to be part of it.
Nice read. :)

Vikram Pyati said...

@Kshitij Thanks very much for the appreciation :)

Vikram Pyati said...

@D2 Thanks