Boat Song

Any time now, the sun would pierce the blue grey of the dawn sky and the pale moon would fade away. It was Adityan's favourite time of the day. He took a deep breath, cupped a couple of cold river water and let it wash down his throat. Fish nibbled at his feet. He untied his compact boat and pulled it towards the water. He heard the get in touch with of a calf from his village and the reassuring answer of its mother. He sat on a wooden plank in his boat waiting for his initially buyer.

Just about every day, Adityan took people today back and forth across the river. He loved the compact wooden boat that he had created with his own hands. He loved his quiet village and the flat, fertile fields that surrounded it. But, when he rowed, he sang a song not of his village However of the sea. He wanted to roll like the waves, touching, hunting, listening, and mastering about areas that have been far, far away. He dreamt that one particular day; he would leave his village and study to make a significant ship. It would carry him to the distinctive spot that he dreamt about. It would be sturdy adequate to carry horses and elephants. He dreamt that he would not only carry goods for trade However as well the stories and songs of the Cholas, his people today. He would study about these areas and come and share them with the young children of his village. In some cases, Adityan felt sad. Would he ever earn adequate to fulfill his dream?

"Boatman! Boatman!"

Adityan saw a particular person standing on the opposite bank of the river.

"I am coming," he shouted.

Adityan saw his initially buyer for that day. There was a thing about this guy that seemed to command respect. "You row the boat so properly!" mentioned the man. "The river is wide However you reached here so speedy."

Adityan smiled broadly. "I created the boat myself. I am an orphan and I have only the boat and my hut to get in touch with my own."

"What else do you do?" asked the man.

"I sing," mentioned Adityan. "I create my own songs."

"Then your songs are your own, too!" mentioned the man. Your songs, your dreams, your concepts - they are yours as properly, are not they?"

Adityan felt understood. "I will sing a song for you," he mentioned.

He started to sing. His voice rose from the boat and carried across the water like a ripple. He sang about his dream of owning a ship some day and of the journeys that he would create to distant lands. His oar dipped into the water maintaining time with his music. The man sat and listened meticulously to Adityan's music. They reached the shore. When he was about to get off, the man asked, "Do you really feel your dream will be realized one particular day?"

Adityan spoke softly. "I hope so!"

The man nodded. He mentioned quietly, "It is good to hope. "He gave Adityan a handful of coins. Adityan was astounded. They have been very important.

Adityan ran just after the man and mentioned, "You have paid me a great deal extra that the expense of the ride. Possibly there has been a error."

The man smiled. "No," he mentioned. "However I am satisfied that you are so sincere. This is a thing to aid your dream come accurate. Possibly one particular day you will travel to the corners of my Empire and come back with the songs of other lands."

"Who are you?" asked Adityan.

"My name is Karikalan," stated the stranger as he walked away. "Do pay a visit to sometime."

Smuthu Samy