Thursday, November 3, 2011

Lost Count

"How many coins?", he asked, "45 coins", "How much money do you want?", "How much will you give?", "One coin 100 Rs, nothing more", "That is very less, atleast 150 Rs for each coin", "Have you lost it! Noone will give you 150 Rs for one silver coin.", "I know, nothing less than 150, return my coin otherwise, I will go to the next shop", "okay, lets settle it in 130, I am giving nothing more.", "Not less than 150 I said, I have nothing more to offer you.", "135, thats my final offer.", "No! 150 I said, give me my coins back", "I am not giving you your coins, go to hell.", "What! I gave them to you,", "Snatch them back from me, if you think you can", the child tried climbing the desk of the jeweler, moving one hand in desperation, trying to hold on to the bag, astonishing the jeweler who lost his hold on the bag, and in a moment, they were all over the floor, scattered as if they belonged to the same old dirt, that they actually belonged to, "You fool, look at what you've done", while the kid was desperately trying to hold on to as many coins as he could., tears had welled up in his eyes, but his trust in something could still keep his wits alive. He gathered what appeared to him as 20 odd coins, the jeweler had gathered many himself. The boy picked up the bag, and turned towards the jeweler, with rage in his eyes, showing striking swiftness he jumped onto him, and beamed his fist towards his face, "Give me everything back!", he shouted, the fist hurt the jeweler's eye, and he fell on the ground, swearing at the little boy, "You have the guts, wait I'll show you what this is all about", the boy gathered as many coins as he could, and ran out of the shop, just to turn back once and notice the jeweler, holding one coin each in his palm and gleaming them impudently at the boy, "you want these? Come over", there was a shine in the eyes of the boy, but it was accompanied by sweat on his forehead, he did not know what to do. Perhaps, he could go back and get the rest of what he had earned, or run away, taking what he already had.
He allowed his instincts to take the decision and walked towards the shop where the jeweler was patiently waiting as a hunter does for his prey, for him it was no more about the value of the coins, but about his ego which was hurt, his revenge was not the money, it was blood.
A hand from behind held the boy's shoulder, wait it said, "Count the coins, you already have", there was a touch of royal baritone, and the boy knew who it was, he should have noticed the hand, and without wasting any time he counted his bounty, "46!" he exclaimed with joy, he tossed the extra one towards the jeweler, noticing what was unquestionably fear of life, the jeweler fumbled with the silver and dropped it onto the floor, the joy in the heart of the boy quadrupled seeing the sight, he turned back this time, with his eyes lowered to the ground, and his hands joined in reverence, "Thank you, King" he said, "Thank you so much." the king put his palm on the boy's head, "My love will always keep you safe, and thou shalt achieve what is destined for you in this world." The boy held onto the king's legs, tightly, and cried, this time with a deep satisfaction in his heart. The king then disappeared into the empty space.

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