Atrociousness has beauty too
Once on a rainy night, Balach felt ravenous, he had nothing left at his small shaggy cottage.
He could not go outside, because he would have been wet due to rain. Then he managed the night without food.
However, he decided to take a risk and told himself, we must not be afraid of taking risks, because life itself is a risk, the risk of being born and dead.
So, he strived to make himself greathearted to get something for dinner. He was well aware about his orphan hope, as he had already failed to reach his goals a lot of time.
When the boy came out of the hut, it was as if he had to battle against a giant to get something to eat. And, he was just eager for food and water. Nothing could frighten him since he had known the area well, and he had been experiencing such ticklish situations for decades.
Likely, in the cruel Winter when he needed a blanket to be cuddled then he tried hard to get to the neighbourhood.
Anyhow, his only neighbour was an old woman of 60 who was lame and half-blind, just moaning and always singing, well folks.
I have had my day, I am simply watching the world go by, as she always refused to give him provisions and things to a stranger. But, the boy always managed to take the things surreptitiously when the old woman knew. She remembered her only grandson and said nothing.
That night, the boy rode his old horse to the woman’s hut. When he reached there, he was terribly shivering. He thought this would be the first time he would explain his misery to the old woman. She might be kind-hearted.
As the boy reached the door for the first time, he heard a voice coming from behind him, your grandmother prepared to help her child. The boy got shocked and it was also the first time he was scared of something. Yet, he avoided and entered into the hut. At first, the boy thought about nothing and started finding food, but suddenly he stepped on a mirror which broke. As he looked around and saw the old woman had fallen down without a scarf and the only thing which she had in her hands was a picture of a young boy.
It was written, “my child has not come back, but I have chosen the death to be with him”.
The boy could not tackle the situation, and ran from there, the rain also had stopped. He left his horse behind and sat at the front of his hut with confusion that what had just happened suddenly with the old woman.
He immediately remembered the words of his mother and father that,” you may run from atrociousness and avoid it. But if you are born with it, it will never leave you until you put up a struggle of courage to chop it from its roots which is called the beauty of atrociousness”.