Hir – The Arrival
Hir says Hir would be born a quarter diamond-shines into the future.
Hir glides through time, space, sex and ear-piercing patterns; and can be spotted across demographics and time-frames squatted on the floor with eager ears crowded around, weaving them all into a new story even as another anticipated tale tumbles down Hir’s maverick tongue.
The first time Hir arrived on planet Earth, on a wintry dusk, Hir saw a bunch of merry men and women, and children of all ages gathered round a huge fire — orange with nutrition and crackling with poetic warmth. As he approached the company, Hir could hear them exchange tall tales of their old and new adventures. Hir instantly knew it was a pack of rustic bandits from the pre-automated machine era, and boy, was Hir thrilled! The band had seen Hir by now and suddenly all chatter ceased. A child’s voice emerged from the crowd, “Stop where you are”. Hir stopped, and smiled.
Another form appeared from behind the fire and briskly advanced towards the stilled intruder.
“And what makes you think we’d welcome you, red robes?”
“I bear inside me, a Pithara. Tales you have never heard of, places that will make poets of you all, adventures from the future and aesthetics from the caves. Won’t you sit and pull my hair now, Makkhan?”
Makkhan grinned and took Hir’s hand, and stories flew out sooner than Hir could be seated. These were no ordinary dacoits.
This contributor has dubious access to the stories that were exchanged during Hir’s fortnightly stay in the abandon of the thrill-seekers and as long as you can forgive the trespasses I might have made, I am willing to share them with you. Every Sunday, only at the ILF Samanvay blog!