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The Lost Star

The Dark Night around and Blazing Light above!

By Govardhan PinniPublished 2 years ago 3 min read
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The Lost Star
Photo by Jaanus Jagomägi on Unsplash

Tom, flashing his torchlight with deep thoughts about his penultimate battery porch, felt the bizarre wind on him while walking along the cold desert. He looked around and paused for a moment whether to march forward or set up a camp for the night.

Tom felt his legs go numb and run out of energy with a very short pause itself. He decided to pull out his camping equipment. The lowkey gushing wind brought him silent chills, but without any complaints, he shook it off and fast-tracked the work.

As Tom took out his hammer to hit the nails, he realised he was around in a pool of sand, and the ground around isn’t hard, which would need hammering. Instead, he pulled out the long sticks, clubbed them across ends and made it less vulnerable and potent for the night’s stay.

The firewood he brought along with him as part of the camp set-up seems to have been the right idea as it was giving him a quiet warmth in the dark coldness on the ground.

As he laid down and sighed on the tasks completed, he took a hiatus, stretched out his arms and relaxed his muscles from the day’s long walk and the toll of setting up his tent.

Meanwhile, as he peeped out through the tent’s zipper, his teeth showcased a wide grin on watching the beautiful and graceful sight of the stars that weren’t anywhere in a city’s lifestyle. Watching the stars, he slipped through into a trance and a mesmerising existential feel with a cherishing habitat he created in a short span, the stars above acting as witnesses, the silent, cool breeze and, of everything, the relaxing moment.

A few moments after, he jolted and opened his eyes with the growl from his empty stomach. The instant food and the dry fruits he carried with him were the only ones to his rescue, aside from the only water bottle left for the night.

Tom stood up, took out the foldable mini chair from his camping carcass, and sat on it, munching a few nuts, lost around in the moment and stalking the naked night. In this midst, he remembers his dear friend “Hermes”, named after self-introspection a couple of years ago because he was someone whom he needed and found a common point of connection to understand and talk about everything under the sky without an ounce of judgement, being a true friend.

Hermes is a barn owl who hurt himself in the vicinity of Tom’s home. Tom took him, nursed him from the time of it being a baby and they came out to be good buddies who would fall back on each other.

Meanwhile, as he peeped out through the tent’s zipper, his teeth showcased a wide grin on watching the beautiful and graceful sight of the stars that weren’t anywhere in a city’s lifestyle. Watching the stars, he slipped through into a trance and a mesmerising existential feel with a cherishing habitat he created in a short span, the stars above acting as witnesses, the silent, cool breeze and, of everything, the relaxing moment.

A few moments after, he jolted and opened his eyes with the growl from his empty stomach. The instant food and the dry fruits he carried with him were the only ones to his rescue, aside from the only water bottle left for the night.

Tom stood up, took out the foldable mini chair from his camping carcass, and sat on it, munching a few nuts, lost around in the moment and stalking the naked night. In this midst, he remembers his dear friend “Hermes”, named after self-introspection a couple of years ago because he was someone whom he needed and found a common point of connection to understand and talk about everything under the sky without an ounce of judgement, being a true friend.

Hermes is a barn owl who hurt himself in the vicinity of Tom’s home. Tom took him, nursed him from the time of it being a baby and they came out to be good buddies who would fall back on each other.

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About the Creator

Govardhan Pinni

I write on Creativity, Finance, Life and General, and narrate them in observational scenarios!

I go by "govipinni" on Social Media!

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