Pick a Word, Paint a Story #05

The breathtaking vastness of the river spread under the blue horizon. Silently following water was looking around with its halting breaths but found no one around except me and the intense silence. Why I was there? To get rid of suffocation which spreads in the crowds.

River is one of the marvellous listeners with the best empathetic skills. River banks, The laps where humanity flourished and settled. The magnificent civilizations were born on River verges, and then the flowing waters took them back into their calm wombs like a possessive mother. The glorious riverine provides a fertile land to nurture love stories. Yes, I love the miraculous amor sprout on riversides.

The one which emerged from the pen of Mustansar Hussain Tarer. Mustansar Hussain، who wrote "Pyar ka pahla Shar"( The First City of Love). But the write-up, which is the face of his bounding way of writing, is Bhao (loosely you can say "the flow," and an official English translation is available with the title of The Lost River). That very novel is not a typical love story but mirrors a bond between sapiens and the rivers.

The affection among the folks who were born, raised, and dead on the water's edge in Thar (desert) and the only river in their lives is described in a way which you can connect. The innocent (or somehow foolish) characters of Mustansar Hussain know that the dear river of Srasvati is going to evaporate soon, not only from their lives but also from the land. And still, they don't believe in naked reality. Like us, when a loved one is going to migrate from our lives.

We just close our eyes and say to ourselves that they never will, or maybe we perceive their intentions in the wrong way. However, deep down, we know that they will do whatever they want to do. We can't make them stay as can't control the river's flow. The water which passed once never flowed again. The characters who once went out from the stage of this world never came back. Of course, they are not affected by the intense desires which we have.

The land may have survived without rivers, but it lost the hustle which kept it alive. Perhaps the same thing happened with humans, who survived, but the part which they lost due to oblivion of their near and dears can never join them again. Water flows, and so does life. I don't know if it is for good or bad. But that is the rule or our fate decided by the ultimate circumstances. So we go with the flow because if we stop and wait, the river will ruin whatever comes its way.

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@sojib1996 would you guys like to paint a story?