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Dear Journal,
I'm so very sorry that i haven't written in like, forever gonk ! I've just had busy days. Here's one of my stories i wrote about in the Indian Times o_O...
My Long, Long Journey To Become Brave
My lungs ached and burned. My heart felt as if it were going to jump out of my chest and run away. My legs felt as if it were going to crumble. I tripped and fell onto the hard dirt floor. I was defenseless. My heart skipped a beat. My legs became frozen stiff. My breath got trapped in my throat as the big shadow roamed over me.
I zapped up from the floor. My breathing was short. Little droplets rolled down my cheek. I then noticed I was perfectly safe; in my tipi. My best friend’s, Chotcha’s bed was right next to mine. Okay, that was good. I took a deep, long breath.
The sun flew in from the top of the tipi through the small hole. I walked out of the small home. Everyone was alive and awake. “Hi Kokro! Good Morning!” Chotcha said to me. She was already packed up for the move. I sighed. “What is wrong?” Chotcha asked me anxiously. She let out her breath.
“Did you have the same dream?“
“Yes…”
“Don’t worry! I am sure it will not happen. Worrying just makes trouble.”
“…”
“Just don’t think about it, okay?”
I brushed my fingers through my hair and frowned. “But I can’t not think about it!”
Chotcha let out another sigh. “It is the present that matters.”
The grass, the trees, everyone flowed with the wind, the rivers of the earth. Yes, right now was what mattered. I now needed to join the group. “Come. Let us go eat breakfast.” Chotcha said and smiled. Her white teeth shined like diamond trinkets. “Okay.” I said and we walked to the campfire.
We sat on the wet grass floor. We were waiting for the leaders to make a plan. They moved their hands as their mouths moved. Soon, the leaders broke up from the group. They grabbed their feathered banners and gave the gesture. The women rushed to their tipi and unlatched the poles and the wall of buffalo skin. Chotcha and I lived in the same triangular tipi. We too put down the tipi and set a travois. Finally our belongings were all loaded and were packed onto the travois. The move was in session.
People and dogs and horses sang.“ Ugh…it is so heavy!” I complained as the bag kept rolling off my back. “You’ll get used to it.” Chotcha laughed. Everyone walked in a line. Some were on the travois. “Why could we not go on the travois?” I asked and groaned. “Because we are not sick!” Chotcha answered and laughed again. An idea popped up in my head. “Do not
even think about trying to make yourself sick!” Chotcha said and laughed and laughed and laughed. She held onto her stomach with one hand. “Why could i not be a man?” I mumbled. The men just had to hold a weapon and look if there was ever a surprise attack. Their backs were perfectly fine!
We had marched for hours and hours. I had groaned and groaned. At the end of the day, we had settled down. “Great, more work.” I complained again. We reconstructed the tipi and cooked the food.
“We always have to cook.” I said as Chotcha and I grilled a big chunk of meat.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it, for we will here for a while. A long while!” Chotcha explained and her laugh rattled out of her mouth. Really, she was starting to be quite irritating. The men gathered and chatted as they ate their prizes. “We should get a prize, too.” I said. The morning sun rose up from the green mountains like a blooming rose. “It is so beautiful.” I whispered. “Yes.” Chotcha said. We watched its life start all over.
The men went off to more green lands to find some food. They left with their tamed horses and weapons and the wives watched as they got washed away by the bumpy mountains. “Chotcha?” I called. “Yes?” She answered. “What do the men do as they go hunting for buffalo?” I asked. “Why ask?” Chotcha said. “Oh, just a bit curious.”
“Well, I only know so little. I only know that they bring bows and arrows and spears with them and they hunt…?” Wow, she did know little.
Soon, the men were back with all the meat they needed but there was one that was not wished for; an injured body. I knew he was injured by one of the buffalos. Their horns; oh, so sharp. And it was a bit obvious-not that I am saying it that I do not care about the man! The man was a very strong man. He was one of the leaders. He tried sitting up. “Please rest for now!” One of the woman said.
Everyone waited outside of the tipi, nervous and scared. One of the other leaders came out with horrible sad eyes. We then all knew it. The man had died. He had many wounds and scratches. My eyes almost filled with tears. I hated seeing people die. Chotcha lay her hand on my shoulder. “We have to move on.”
After a couple minutes, a leader came out. Everyone’s eyes clocked towards him. “We will be needing another hunter, for we cannot go out hunting with only several amounts of people.” A woman stood up. “But there are no more men!”
“…Oh, is that so?”
“Yes.”
“Then we will find another man.”
“It would take weeks to find another!”
Now the man was thinking hard. He rubbed his growing stubble.
“Is there a woman who is not afraid to die?”
Nobody answered.
“I see…”
I raised my hand up high.
“Ah! What a brave girl!” The leader said. “You will start training tomorrow morning, when the sun rises and shines for us, and for you.”
At night, Chotcha complained to me. “Kokro, do you know what you are even doing?” She said. “This job is very hard on you. And it costs you life!!”
“At least I do not have to carry those bags.”
Chotcha sighed. “I do not think you want to see what you are getting into.” Chotcha turned around and went back to sleep.
Yes, I did not really think about it when I raised my hand…After that, I noticed that I just got myself into a stiff rope knot that I could not untie.
To Be Continued…I promise…maybe
With All Respect Due,
UnderConstructionPaper
 TofuCloud · Fri Feb 06, 2009 @ 02:00am · 0 Comments |
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