“Children! I don’t know why Gravitring sent me. I hate children. God! Skimpy little creature!. She is going to give me a tough time. I can’t ignore her and I can’t kill her, surely they are going to place the witch Gondola over me.” She muttered within her bony outline swinging her long thin almost invisible chain in the Air. That kept her floating in the Air that alone could keep her above humans, invisible till she was prepared mentally to face a race she so loathed.
Slowly she placed the hood on her head. She had to look at least like humans and this meant a lot of her own powers had to be sacrificed to toil around the child. On the contrary, to look like humans the witches did not need much change since Earth very closely resembled their home.
But not for the Gravitatas, not for the Timerings.
Gravitatas were the builder and keepers of the Gravitational force for the Universe and the parallel Universe and Timerings were builders and keepers of Time for the Universe and beyond.
“Lesmila, Hello! Remember me?” Gondola was hanging upside down on her broom.
“Who can forget you, Funny Little Witch?” Lesmila tried ignoring her.
Gondola cackled loud. A small boy below them on the road looked up at the cloud behind which they hid their mortal forms, hesitant to walk out into a realm they did not like.
“You mustn’t cackle. The boy is looking up at us.” Lesmila warned Gondola.
“So how does it feel to be bound by the same powers which you rule, harness and create?” Gondola ignored Lesmila’s warning and continued in her high pitched voice.
“Are you a journalist of your group? I thought you were a witch.” Lesmila produced a stifled laugh.
More clouds came over, but then the rumbling of the airplane could be heard.
So Lesmila and Gondola changed their positions, quickly hiding between two puffy clouds laden with moisture.
Almost wet they were and a slight movement could be a call to the God of Thunder.
They stayed quiet while the airplane whizzed past them and without touching the clouds slowly glided out of the space into their former position.
“You guys create forces but we keep humans tame. Without us and our powers you are nothing. If humans remember their birth, if humans know their origin and how the Universe builds them, definitely they would fight a battle to take over. You know, determined humans are a gruesome race you can’t stop. Built by us but different from us, we need so many ways to keep a tab on each one as they walk the Earth.”
“Let’s sing a song. Let’s sing it loud to begin something we both hate.” Lesmila peered closer into Gondola’s ears and Gondola acknowledged that it would never be a bad idea.
“The end is never near.
The end is always far.
The end can be the end
to a new wind, a new profound,
sound beginning.
An End comes with the Goddess appearing;
an End comes when the Goddess leaves the home.
The Goddess can have ten hands
beautiful locks, grandeur is her garment of old.
She never dies, never retires.
The flame of gold burns bright on her side untold.
I loved her when she did not hear me
I loved her when she did not scare me,
I loved her always even when she did not love me.
For I have seen the eternal flame burning bright.
I have seen the lotuses blooming in her right.
I wanted to remain akin to her wishes.
though sometimes I am moved by my End.
End to all yet End to none.
The world revolves on it’s stone cone.
Eternal is the end of flames.
End of the flames is not near but far.
The End of flames is just a savage desire.
Eternal flames rise and fall.
Eternal flames will sweep the wall.
The End of all awaits none,
the End of all loves none
yet the end of all waits
for the world to know when the end comes.
“Such is our nature.”
Lesmila looked at Gondola as the Song came to an end.
The song was being sung by them in a high pitch beyond the reckon of human ears thus non-existent to humanity.
“Come on! Let’s Baby sit.”
“Yhoy…yahoy…..” Gondola’s hairs were like curly rods on her head.
“Come on!”
“Sit on my broom. I am swifter than you, on these lands.”
“It’s deadly to sit on that broom.” Lesmila eyed the broom doubtfully sniffing the air around.
“Great! Then you can stay here as I score ahead.”
“Okay! I will ride behind you, my Gondola.” a smile escaped the lips of the serious Lesmila.
Gondola smiled back at her equal, equal they were in everything.
“Fly, Lesmila, Fly.” Gondola tried encouraging Lesmila who sat on the handle cowering forward scared to look up.
“You are flying it, I am not. For God’s sake don’t talk while flying, your broom is not a very comfortable one.” Gondola could not imagine being in a realm where the images never changed while you flew past them- a series of mountains, the living yard of the mysterious, the passages of the other realms and the guardians living under them along with rivers, and the wide Sea was pretty much to sum up the slow or immovable greenery which made Earth mostly.
Gondola laughed, screeched, howled. The whole environment was charged up. The only good thing was they flew over the mountains, beside the rivers and beside the green valley decorated like the emerald skin of the Earth. She would upturn the broom over the river, and her long hairs touched the water sprinkling it over Lesmila. Lesmila had to catch her tight and sadly could not even hit her.
“You, I am going to drag you to my court. Just stop, just stop.” She grit her teeth but Lesmila had to harass her more, she then turned only Lesmila’s part of the handle sideways and upside down at smaller intervals. This was scaring Lesmila and now she was holding onto that broom and the handle with all her life for Lesmila never knew that the witch’s broom could be an expandable, extendable and rotatory one. Over the river and near the mountains she was jerking Lesmila into some other odd position.
“I will see you Gondola. Let me get down. Ahhhhhh.” Lesmila did not like the water splashing on her face at all.
“I am going to tell everybody what you did to me.”
“For God’s sake stop. How far is it now?” Lesmila would not stop talking.
“We are near Java, another few kilometers.” she cackled seeing how Lesmila caught on to the handle for her life, crouching, and cramping she sat upon it, cursing Gondola every minute of her journey.
“For God’s sake. For the River’s sake.” Lesmila cackled more. Gondola’s hairs stood up like they were wires upon her head.
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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