Arjun hated his father, quite a common phenomenon in most boys his age - the
early teens. But he hated his father's horse as well. Did Arjun hate animals?
No, he liked them, especially horses. But he hated Eleanor, his father's horse.
Truth is - he liked, rather envied her grace, but hated her guts. Too fancy a
name for a horse, he thought. She might be a creature in four legs but behaved
exactly like a two legged dame who thought she was the most good looking one in
town. Well however, it was true.
But that's no justification to topple Arjun over, each time he tried to ride her. She would peacefully let him climb up, allow him to make himself comfortable on her back; and then in a brink of an eye would slide him over and gently drop him on the ground. As he lay there eating dust, trying to get back on his two, she would look over with pitiful eyes as if truly sorry for what she had just done. His father would smile, each time pat his back with a "Nice" or "You did well", making Arjun hate his father and his horse even more every passing day. He has had enough of this mockery.
Well one couldn't blame Arjun's father for his peculiar hobby. He loved calling guests over lunch, inviting them to ride Eleanor. And as she rolled them over, he smiled, picked them up, apologized and led them to the dining table. Slowly people became tired of the landlord's sarcasm and stopped visiting. Arjun's father started spending more time with Eleanor. They would disappear in the woods; ride over farmlands for hour’s even days, Arjun had even seen him whisper to Eleanor at the middle of the night near the stable door. After his mother passed away his father slowly is losing his mind, Arjun kept saying to himself.
One day Arjun's father invited "Dhurjoti-Babu" over, the next big landlord in their neighborhood. Arjun's father skipped the riding Eleanor part but Dhurjoti insisted, rode Eleanor like a pompous elite and fell in an even more grand fashion. Dhurjoti was furious, snatched a hunter whip from his servant deciding to teach the beast some manners. That was the first time Arjun saw his father get angry. He snatched the cane off Dhurjoti's hand ordering him and his men to leave the premises immediately. Dhurjoti left, grumbling about ending "a fool's pride once and for all".
That night like all other nights after having a little farce with Shushanto Kaku about having milk after dinner, Arjun went to sleep. He was awakened by a hullabaloo. As he peeked outside his room, there were gambits looting their house and murdering anyone who stood in their way. Arjun crawled up to the hallway entrance where he saw his father lying, probably dead few minutes before he arrived. Few minutes after a gigantic bandit appeared, pulling Shushanto Kaku by his hair. He kept inquiring about a child and one specific black stallion, as they could find neither of them around. But Shushanto Kaku kept mum till the last minute. In a few minutes a man who had taken care of Arjun like a son since the day he was born, had his guts splattering blood all over the hallway floor. Arjun thought he was going to die. There was a deafening sound behind him and after that, all went black.
He was awakened by a moist touch in his cheeks. Arjun had survived, their house was on fire and the ceiling behind the hallway room had collapsed. There were shattered glasses, splatter of blood, dust and debris all over the place. But amidst everything she stood like a true black stallion, Eleanor! She slid him over her back, and jumped through the hallway window into the rose garden behind. It was a two stories fall but she managed to land Arjun over green patches. She quickly braced herself, pulled Arjun up on his feet and into her back, and ramming the back gate of their house just beyond their flower garden - she disappeared with a boy on her back. Amidst all the screams and shooting and chasing they were gone.
She carried him halfway through the woods when Arjun finally sat up on her back. He took her reins into his hands and started feeling her heartbeat in every stride she made. Before he knew she was not carrying him anymore, but Arjun was riding Eleanor. He leaned forward, breathing over her neck and whispered into her ears - "Thank you, for making me understand, for making me wait for today". The rider and her ride drove away with the night in their backdrop.
P.S: An inspirational story about a boy learning to ride a horse. Has no connection to person or creatures dead or alive.
Regards,
Dipanjan.
But that's no justification to topple Arjun over, each time he tried to ride her. She would peacefully let him climb up, allow him to make himself comfortable on her back; and then in a brink of an eye would slide him over and gently drop him on the ground. As he lay there eating dust, trying to get back on his two, she would look over with pitiful eyes as if truly sorry for what she had just done. His father would smile, each time pat his back with a "Nice" or "You did well", making Arjun hate his father and his horse even more every passing day. He has had enough of this mockery.
Well one couldn't blame Arjun's father for his peculiar hobby. He loved calling guests over lunch, inviting them to ride Eleanor. And as she rolled them over, he smiled, picked them up, apologized and led them to the dining table. Slowly people became tired of the landlord's sarcasm and stopped visiting. Arjun's father started spending more time with Eleanor. They would disappear in the woods; ride over farmlands for hour’s even days, Arjun had even seen him whisper to Eleanor at the middle of the night near the stable door. After his mother passed away his father slowly is losing his mind, Arjun kept saying to himself.
One day Arjun's father invited "Dhurjoti-Babu" over, the next big landlord in their neighborhood. Arjun's father skipped the riding Eleanor part but Dhurjoti insisted, rode Eleanor like a pompous elite and fell in an even more grand fashion. Dhurjoti was furious, snatched a hunter whip from his servant deciding to teach the beast some manners. That was the first time Arjun saw his father get angry. He snatched the cane off Dhurjoti's hand ordering him and his men to leave the premises immediately. Dhurjoti left, grumbling about ending "a fool's pride once and for all".
That night like all other nights after having a little farce with Shushanto Kaku about having milk after dinner, Arjun went to sleep. He was awakened by a hullabaloo. As he peeked outside his room, there were gambits looting their house and murdering anyone who stood in their way. Arjun crawled up to the hallway entrance where he saw his father lying, probably dead few minutes before he arrived. Few minutes after a gigantic bandit appeared, pulling Shushanto Kaku by his hair. He kept inquiring about a child and one specific black stallion, as they could find neither of them around. But Shushanto Kaku kept mum till the last minute. In a few minutes a man who had taken care of Arjun like a son since the day he was born, had his guts splattering blood all over the hallway floor. Arjun thought he was going to die. There was a deafening sound behind him and after that, all went black.
He was awakened by a moist touch in his cheeks. Arjun had survived, their house was on fire and the ceiling behind the hallway room had collapsed. There were shattered glasses, splatter of blood, dust and debris all over the place. But amidst everything she stood like a true black stallion, Eleanor! She slid him over her back, and jumped through the hallway window into the rose garden behind. It was a two stories fall but she managed to land Arjun over green patches. She quickly braced herself, pulled Arjun up on his feet and into her back, and ramming the back gate of their house just beyond their flower garden - she disappeared with a boy on her back. Amidst all the screams and shooting and chasing they were gone.
She carried him halfway through the woods when Arjun finally sat up on her back. He took her reins into his hands and started feeling her heartbeat in every stride she made. Before he knew she was not carrying him anymore, but Arjun was riding Eleanor. He leaned forward, breathing over her neck and whispered into her ears - "Thank you, for making me understand, for making me wait for today". The rider and her ride drove away with the night in their backdrop.
P.S: An inspirational story about a boy learning to ride a horse. Has no connection to person or creatures dead or alive.
Regards,
Dipanjan.
