Iota

I was born here!!

I have grown up here!!

This is my place, I own it like sun owns its light, 

I belong here, like blood belongs to the body.

This is my soil, these trees are my possessions. 

you can find my body cells mixed with particles of this soil, as if salt to the sea.

My name?? 

never mind leave it!! you can't pronounce it anyhow. 

You have classified me in your text books, by invading my home for your infrastructure.

I knew my place as heaven on earth, until recently I learnt that, you call it as western ghats. 

I knew my place as lush green rain forest, until you made those hair pin tar curves.

I had learnt to hop from one branch to other, until I saw your gigantic creations, which takes you from place to place with lightening speed.

When it rains I dance, when I'm hungry I just hop from one place to other and hunt my prey. I have seen the patience of those colossal trees, and restlessness of sunbird. But never ever I have witnessed patience with purpose, agitation with aim like you humans posses. 

I know you are confused, let me brake the bewildered brain of yours. I'm being called as Indirana in your text books. You have classified me as amphibian, and put me into a family which I don't recognise. My colour resembles that of soil, my eyes are vitreous and mirror like. I have two extremely tiny front legs, which hide under my bulky throat and I have two strong rear legs, which helps me to jump and hop. 

That was my external appearance, beside this I do have feelings, like fear, happiness and  love. Although you can not see my smile, you can not differentiate my tears, sweat and rain drops, you have segregated me and aligned me with puzzled names. And yet you just call me a "Frog" , like confining entire glory of the beautiful moon into the body of firefly.

Let me tell you my story, every monsoon when it rains, it pours here. The gush sound of water making its way down on those big trees and frightening thunderstorm in the darkness of night  are the horrors of our life. We are forced to migrate from our place of birth when God decides to fill our homes with water. We can migrate in a blink of time if we had your mammoth machines. Nevertheless we have our strong rear legs, we use them to push and fly like birds, although the flight is momentary. Above all what frightens me most is not the darkness or water, but the creation of yours, which we have to cross to reach our destination. The creation of yours is darker than night,  and plane & hard. Your massive machines rolls over it faster than that gushing rain streams. The black tar stinks like shit when it rains and we have no other option but too cross it.

I too had no other alternative, but to take my family and pass through it. I was not able to take a long leap as my rear legs were half immersed in water. One after the other my family, my entire tribe started crossing through the phantom of your infrastructure. Our only fear was your machines which might crush us as if our existence din't even matter. My family had crossed the tar, and I had started to hop with fastest possible speed , when I saw a light of death. Your massive machine was approaching fast towards me with two glaring suns, which were wilder than our wildfire. I tried really hard to save my life. I was just about to reach the other end of the tar, when I was blinded by one of the sun. And my body was caught beneath the monstrous wheel of your machine. Within split second my body was squashed to take life out of it. My intestine was pulverised on the face of my family, my tiny heart was heaved into the wheels of your machine, and my blood was amalgamated into dirt while my existence was seized as if I never existed.

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