Dwelling by the Depths

Art By Pratibha Sonawane

The morning, I heard the fishermen speak of Narcius, who has arrived from a far land, he is said to have preached in the big cities, the cities where the sophisticated and the smart reside. The fishermen seemed overjoyed that Narcius is going to teach them magic skills. The skills that will change their lives for once. Following the preaching of Narcius would lead them to heaven, but what made them worried was the rebellious girl in the village, as she was indifferent to the ideas of Narcius, and she might upset the mighty Narcuis making him leave their village. The villagers feared the idea of the Holy man leaving their village, and may also leave behind a curse to the villagers only because of the stubbornness of a young girl. The word of Narcius and power seemed to spread like wild fire across the village.

That night, I heard someone sitting beside me, he was of a chiasmatic personality in his middle-age. He smoked and sipped his wine from his disguised bottle, he looked around to make sure he is unbeknown to anyone. He laughed out loud, thinking of the foolishness of the villagers. By now his name, “Narcius the great” , had spread far across in the village. it was not a difficult task to bring them to believe in him, for he had won the trust of many before. But he was disturbed by the thought of that young girl, the rebellious girl, what if she revealed his cultic practices to the others? what if more come to agree with her? he shook off the thoughts by taking another sip. I saw what was going on in his mind now, he was considering repeating the idea he had used in the village he had been earlier, The idea of spreading a word in the village that he had seen a vision by the sacred waters of the village, and that the vision conveyed to him that a sacrificial offering of a young girl to the gods had to be done, who otherwise would curse the village. He had another opportunity to tell the villagers that he was sent by the gods to save them and would in turn sacrifice the one who is a non-follower of his preaching. He knew, who would be chosen for the sacrifice. Smiling viciously, he took another sip.

I was staring back at him, silent and still. He finished his smoke and suddenly had a strange feeling, he watches his own reflection, undisguised and clear, as he is. He felt like taking another sip, but now, he felt someone watching him. The feeling grew intense and he couldn’t bear the fact of being revealed. He didn’t want anything on the face of this earth to see his true self. He agitated the water, he didn’t want it to show him his own reflection again, the disruption at the water surface lasted for a while only to stabilize and reflect his darkness again. The full moon was witnessing this game. He lost his mind to this, he knew, that some people know to communicate with these mystic waters. He was furious, he splashed at the water surface with his foot again. he felt my presence a threat to him, for I could see the demonic side of him. He now wanted to move me out of this place, just like the way he wanted for the young girl. He throws his bottle aside and jumps in to try his demonic art. I felt his plunge as that of a striking bolt, and I splashed out loud. I may be warm by the surface but I am the waters of depth and cold. Narcius was performing his demonic dance, ruffling his feet vigorously causing great disturbances. The full moon was mesmerizing its glittering reflection at my rippling surface. Narcius felt I’m now agitated and will now move in the direction he wants, far away from this village, the village where he wants to spread his infectious cult.

Seldom did he realize that the waters he had plunged into have the depth he hasn’t anticipated with the shallowness of his Philosophy. The tools and the techniques he had practiced in the gutters of the cities, stood nowhere parallel, to move these waters, for I have been broken apart by the coldest glaciers, and pierced by the toxic rains. I have come to learn of stillness and composure amidst all the pain. I’m at times agitated, but the depths within remind me to attain my stability. I smile back at Narcius, asking him to try all his tools, put on a show of his finest moves. Miles away those mountain peaks are proudly standing, with their undisturbed gaze upon me, they still hold the beautiful memories of me, as they too have once been by the depths of me. Narcius was on the verge of getting his comeuppance as a result of his own stupidity, he felt he’s going to reach my depths, but he only reached where he wished to push me and the rebellious girl from the village, far away.

The sun now rises by the peaks, it’s bright shine tells me he’s been told by the mountains about everything from the previous night. But I am now busy waiting for the village girl. She’s the rebellious one as perceived by the villagers and maybe that’s why the other girls from the village come along with many of their friends except for her. She visits me all by herself. sitting beside me for long hours, she observes her own reflection, scarred, broken and pure, for she does not fear the depths of life her reflections can take her to, but she is afraid of the shallowness if she refused to dwell beside them. She shares her stories of love and tragedies, and when she is weeping and her tears are merged with the waters, her soul gets immersed in the universal current of life, where all the histories of people are connected and she is then able to know everything she needs to know, and learns about the suddenness of intuitions. She has eliminated her loneliness by learning the language of the waters. Today, I will be busy embracing her when she’s sitting beside me. I will make her see the flowers she’s placed on my surface have drifted to her love on the other side. I shall let the lamp she has placed on the waters be pushed back by her gentle hands, It will not flicker out, but it will be nurtured by the oil of faith she’s poured from her heart. I shall take her lamp of warmth as far as eternity can and the gem of our friendship will be placed at depths of my heart.

8 thoughts on “Dwelling by the Depths

  1. Trupti Satardekar 4th Mar 2021 / 9:25 am

    What should I call you? Junior Paulo Coelho? I loved the way you swept the floor at the depths of the river! Keep flowing and keep writing! Much love from someone miles away yet closer heart-to-heart ❤️

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    • Neha Parsekar 4th Mar 2021 / 1:00 pm

      Shameen yet another great story. Your thoughts are quite profound and your writing’s is an art. It takes us through the story as though you are witnessing the events. Your writing is not superficial and adore you for that. Keep up the good work…

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  2. unpluggedmusings 4th Mar 2021 / 9:27 am

    Shameen… This is ethereal..❤️
    For me this is, indeed!!
    And nobody could put it this better, than you..❤️

    Thank you..✨

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  3. Alisha Chodankar 4th Mar 2021 / 2:58 pm

    Much love to u shameen ❤️❤️ kip up the good work and keep writing ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  4. JJ 4th Mar 2021 / 3:01 pm

    This is an amazing piece of writing Shameen! Loved it!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Leo Fernandes 4th Mar 2021 / 3:56 pm

    Wow Shameen… Epic!! Your a great writer.. its superb the way you narrated it so well!!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Gayatri Rane 4th Mar 2021 / 4:00 pm

    Wow!! A nice piece of work . You can see it happening and experience the emotions.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. varsha muke 4th Mar 2021 / 10:28 pm

    You have a beautiful mind Shameen. Keep writing.
    Viel Erfolg 😘

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