Once upon a time, there is a little boy. He has deep hazel eyes, tanned skin and feet as skinny as a bean stalk. He is an orphan and he is very lonely. His best friends are the golden grass in the savanna. The forest ferns, the morning dew, the smell of rain when they touch the soil, the chirping birds, the bright blue sky and blinking stars, the marching ants and caterpillars, and other beautiful creatures around him. Every morning, he wakes up and greets those wonderful things. He walks slowly as chanting beautiful prayers to those beautiful creatures he met.
One day, it was raining. And the rain washed away the colors of his surroundings. The green leaves, the shocking pink flower, the soil, the deep black tarantula even his own skin had became dull and gray and monotonous. What was happening? The boy wondered. Not long after that, the rain stopped and the sun came out. He came out of his shelter and looked up the sky. ...he saw a colorful painting in the sky he had never seen before.
It was a rainbow.
He mesmerized of its beautiful colors. It’s as colorful as the sun's flare that reflected in the surface of the morning dew he saw every day. And so the boy wondered, how was it to get the rainbow far in the sky. Even if I grow bigger and taller, I would not be able to get the rainbow. And I am not a fairy who is born with a pair of silky wings, the boy mumbled.
Days and nights became the never-ending ponder of how to get the rainbow. And one day, the boy got broken. He gave up. He cried desperately. He cried loud. ... Tears burst out of his hazel eyes like a river. And he stops crying when he suddenly realized he is now standing in a pond. He was all surrounded by his own tears.
But hey… then he realized something … the rainbow he had wished for, was now in front of him. It laid on the surface of the pond. The boy was so extremely happy! He danced and danced all day. For now he could see the rainbow closer and even touched it. The boy was very happy. He doesn’t feel lonely anymore, because now he could play with the rainbow all day. And when the night came, the pond became a starry pond he could also touch.
This is a magical pond, he said to himself. A pond that was made of his own tears that brings happiness on the other day.
(This is a short story Bunda made for me. Makasiy Bunda.)
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