A storyteller

Once a storyteller was running down the meadow. His feet hit a rock and he crashed down. One dervish lifted him up and asked, 'Why this rush?'

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"I don't have much time left in my possession, the land will suffer from drought soon. No flowers will bloom and no dew drops will be seen. Beauty will be lost and before all this happens I'm seeking one last story."

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"Aren't we all living a story, why enduring pain telling it? Why not live it? There is only one grand story and one storyteller and that's the almighty God. Don't you know Beauty doesn't need a storyteller? Beauty needs acknowledgement." Said the dervish.

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"His creations, everything and nothing, tell the story of his greatness. His essence is writ large on every face of his creation. Whereas I just want to tell stories about his creations. Don't you see how everything beautiful under him has something to say? Don't you think the beauties need utterance ?"

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The Dervish brought out a pitcher full of rain water from his bag.

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"Hold this and stand in front of the most beautiful flower you see in the meadow. Stand as long as you can."

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The storyteller lefts with the pitcher full of rain water and stands in front of a rose. The flower- a remarkable piece of magnificence, held the vibrancy of love and hues of pain. On subsequent days, the vibrancy drives out but the hues remain, it distorts to excess but holds on to it until its demise.

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Time swayed and drought took possession of the land. Harsh rays of sun penetrated the skin of all the ephemeral beauties. The land was beyond recognition. The vibrancy was gone and all that was left was dullness and hues of cry and hardships. The sun stole the pitcher of its rain water too.

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The Dervish returned and asked what did he see.

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The storyteller sobbed and said "The hardships and the hues of cry."

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"Cry out today for now it is revealed to you that The Almighty has stories of hardships to tell."

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The storyteller never wrote about beauties after that. He rather acknowledged it and went in search of hardships and miseries of the world.

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