The little boy and the God

The little boy was distracted and looked at all the things in the park with awe, for he had never been to such a place ever. It was his first outing. His first ever trip to a place unknown. In excitement he freed himself from the clutch of his mother and ran forward a little. “No,” warned his mother and he was back. Back to his benign, caring but strict parent.

“But there is a whole different world outside,” he said to himself.

He stared at the other children who played in the park. He gazed at the stalls thronged by people. It was different. Never had he seen such a colorful world.

“Why don’t we come here more often?” he thought.

He looked at his mother. She was busy trying out different earrings.

“I don’t understand. They all look the same. Why can’t we just move on?” he mused.

Suddenly his mother released him from the grip of her hand.

“Can I see that one,” she said to the shopkeeper, pointing at another similar looking set of earrings. “Yes, this one,” she said emphatically.

“This is my chance,” the young kid said to himself. “Mother has forgotten my presence. I must venture deep into the park. I must explore this fete.”

The little boy ran away from his mother. There was a whole new world to explore.

“I will come back soon,” he reflected. “Mother won’t even notice. I’ll be quick.”

But little did the boy know what he was getting himself into. In excitement he forgot how far he had jogged away from his mother. Nevertheless, it was not his concern. At least not as of now.

He looked at the people with eager eyes. He gazed at the colorful stalls and the swings. Everything around him succeeded in grabbing his attention.

“Look at these people,” the little boy said to himself. “They all look so happy. Why doesn’t mother let me enjoy too. There is so much to do. There is so much to see. But no, all she cares about is the silly earrings.”

The child walked further and found an ice-cream kart. Chocolate, butterscotch, vanilla, black currant, you name it and the vendor had it all with him. The kids licked the colorful scoops that lay on crunchy cone with delight. So happy they were that upon seeing their smiles the little boy’s tongue too became wet.

“If only I had money with me,” the kid reflected in despair.

“Yes, kid,” said the ice cream vendor. “What flavor do you want?” he asked.

“I don’t have money,” the little boy yelled.

The vendor looked around. The little boy was all alone. No one accompanied him.

“Are you lost? Where are your parents?” asked the vendor with a solicitous face.

“Mom says never talk to strangers,” the little boy murmured.

So he ran. He ran fast without looking back until he couldn’t any more. His breath was heavy and his legs ached.

“Wow!” The little boy clapped. “What a beautiful view.”

He was finally close to the swings. Swings of all kind. There were ones which went round and round and there were others which went up and down.

“What a thrill it would be!” the little boy exclaimed.

He walked forward towards the entry gate to one of the swings.

“No you can’t,” said the guard at the entry to a girl. “You see this mark? Only kids higher than this are allowed.”

“But I am taller than this.” The girl stood on her toes. “Can’t you see?”

“No cheating!” The guard wagged his finger.

And the dejected little girl returned to her father. The little boy looked at himself and then at the girl who receded away from him. She was taller.

“I too won’t be allowed.” He looked with downcast eyes. “It’s unfair,” he yelled. “It’s unfair,” he repeated.

Crestfallen as he was now, the boy started tracing his steps back to where he came from.

“Mom would be angry,” he said to himself. “I have been away for so long. She must be searching for me.”

The boy ran fast as he could. But little did he know he had lost his way. He stopped at one of the stalls, the one which sold jewelry.

“It was here I left her,” he said to himself. “Where is she?”

His mother was nowhere to be found. He looked around. There was no sign of her.

“Perhaps this is not the same shop,” the boy said to himself in trepidation.

He walked further taking cautious steps. To his dismay his mother was nowhere around.

The little boy cursed himself. More so he cursed his curiosity.

“What a fool I am,” he mused. “I shouldn’t have left my mother.”

In fear he looked all around. No longer did the world appear exciting to him. All he cared for now was returning back to his mother. Back to his home.

“What would happen of me?” He shuddered.

The boy cursed his curiosity again. It was his inquisitiveness that was responsible for his present predicament. He realized that he was lost and separated. Separated from his loving mother. Away from his comfort zone. But it was too late. The little boy didn’t know the way back home. He couldn’t see his mother. Neither there was anyone around who could help him. Everyone around him was a stranger. Every other person was a potential threat. He wanted to cry but he couldn’t, for the fear inside him was stronger than the misery.

He walked aimlessly in the park. This was all he could do. As walking was way better than just standing in the middle of nowhere. Each and every step he took made him more and more anxious and fearful. He was doubtful of himself and of his future.

“Am I right?” he thought. “Or should I stay here?”

The little boy stopped. There was no point in walking further.

“Mom,” he cried out desperately. “Mom,” he yelled again.

But his mother was nowhere near him. The little boy burst into tears.

“Please, mom. Please find me.” He sobbed. “I will never ever disobey you. I will never ever run away. I promise.”

The little boy deserved this didn’t he? Why did he want to explore the world in the first place? Why was he so keen on exploring the possibilities? Why did he run away from his mother? Yes. He should suffer. He must face the consequences of the choice he himself made.

The boy cried. Cried as loud as he could. Soon people gathered around him. They tried placating him but in vain.

“Why are you crying?” asked an old man.

“I am lost. I can’t find my mother.” The little boy sobbed. “I just want to go home.”

“Son.” A lady pushed her way through the crowd. “Where have you been? I was looking for you all around.”

It was his mother. She had found him at last. The little boy ran towards her and the two hugged each other tight.

“Never run away from me like that. Never ever. Do you promise?” The mother assumed a strict voice. Tears gushed down her cheeks. “You scared me. You scared me so much.”

“Mom,” the little boy sobbed again. “Mom.” He hugged her tighter.

The God is as confused, scared and troubled as this little boy once was. Out of curiosity he temporarily manifested into numerous different consciousness and this material world. Out of inquisitiveness he sprang this whole universe into existence, for without existence there can be no possibilities, howsoever. And endless possibilities is what he wanted to explore. The God wanted to enjoy this existence and of course he wanted to suffer too in this world. But now after experiencing the world, which he himself created, he wants to turn into what he was long before the beginning. He knows he is lost in this big fair and is looking for transcendence, for a way back home. But little does he realize he is at his home. He is at peace. Or if not, he will ultimately be.




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