Moksha – p.8

September 7, 2012 at 5:09 pm 1 comment

The herd continued walking for another day, and rested for a night at the edge of a dry stretch of land near the last trickles of a stream in a rocky bed. It was hard to drink from the tiny ribbon of water, but Moksha’s mother told her it would have to last her for a while, and to try her best. She wore herself out fighting for every drop, and slept well.

The next day was the hardest of their journey so far; the sun was high in a cloudless sky, and the land all around was made of dust and brittle plants. Moksha did not see any other animals, not even a lizard or beetle. She was starting to get nervous but was too hot, tired, and thirsty to talk, and so, it seemed, was everyone else.

In silence they walked, and in the silence Moksha began to imagine things. She decided they were traveling to a land of cool, clean rivers that flowed gently through a forest where all the animals ate mangoes and nuts instead of each other, even the tigers. She wondered what it would be like to play in the water with a tiger cub. She imagined squishy riverbed mud under her feet, and the scents of flowers and fruit in the air.

Suddenly she realized that her eyes were shut, and that they had stopped walking. When Moksha opened her eyes, she was greeted by a beautiful sunset, and a sky full of colors more vivid than any in her daydream.

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  • 1. Craig T. Adams  |  September 7, 2012 at 10:44 pm

    I can relate. I walked a lot today and this evening. More than I should have, in fact. Now that I am sitting down, my feet are pulsing and my eyes are drooping shut. I feel like one of the elephants. 🙂

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