“What about her being adopted?” Golmak was baffled since the time he heard it. All sorts of stories took shape in his mind only to be replaced by a new one in the next hour. He needed to tell for sure.
“She is not from my own womb. My own Son was stolen from me by my husband and he ran away with him overnight. He had drugged me, so I didn’t know. It was almost after two years when I sat by the Sea on that cliff which lies in the beginning of Kiribati, I saw this girl swimming towards me on a small dingy, all decked up with gold and silver. I jumped into the Sea and took her to the shore adjoining the cliff. There was a letter underneath her in the dingy and it read.
The Story continues
‘If anyone finds her, please keep her with you.
She is a Goddess in the making and I have given birth to her accidentally.
The father was strangely a man I never met again, a Prince of some sort.
I met him in the streets of Delhi, India on the night of a famous festival called Dussehra.
I was very drunk and I don’t know what happened next.
The morning next, I was lying on the banks of Yamuna in a deserted place.
I stayed for a month in my job, post which I returned back to my native home at the base of Chomolangma.
I belong to a very poor family. I told my mother about it. Initially nobody in the village believed me but then one day when the village was offering prayers to Buddha, a small Bull came up on the door and turned into a man, an apparition of some sort, non tangible in all aspects. The man or the bull said these four lines and vanished in thin air.
Almost fifteen hundred people had seen the image that day. But, we decided to keep it to ourselves.
The Story is:
She is a princess in the making.
to the mother who is a Princess too.
The tides will turn when a man comes
to take them on a journey; to their real home.
The land of king Sorgnoriuntele and Queen Selvine.
“Take her, keep her safe. May she reach her real mother?
Thus ended the letter.”
I was astounded. For a moment I could not understand what to do. I was never a Princess.
I worked hard to make a living but then one day this man married me and I came to Kiribati.
I lost everything here and now with the child on my lap it seemed like Nature was offering me back a huge sum of money and a daughter. I could not keep from becoming greedy.’
The Story:
I kept her”
“Ahh! You did a good job. I am sure the man is Golmak. I was then not thinking right. I am important, Ahhh! it feels so good finally. I am important to this world in some way.”
He laughed and thanked the stars, kneeled on the deck, laughed on the deck, hung down from the barricade to touch the waters.
There were so many millions of stars in the sky. Some bright blue, some red and some sparkling white.
“Tell me one thing, are you seventy years old?”
“No, I am not. I am fifty five. I told you seventy since I wanted to make you feel safe. At fifty five I was too close to your age and could arouse your curiosity. Besides, I was not looking for my family; I was looking for a family. You and Loimi are now a family to me.”
Snehashree is a content creator by profession and writer by passion. She is a storyteller, poet, and abstract artist besides being a content writer. She has published her works of poetry on Amazon and several online magazines. She moved into full time writing after spending a few years in the healthcare industry. A solivagant and an ardent animal lover, she regularly crafts interesting articles for her blog - TST.
When not writing, she can be found reciting poetries in poetry clubs, teaching kids the art of poetry, and reading avidly. You could visit her website and chat with her on Instagram.
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