Page 16 - GINGER

“When your mother created me, she did that to make you laugh or probably to give you a
sense of wonder; but she never knew I was a ‘watch-over’ for you from the second she drew
me, and pulled those threads building me.” A four-feet tall boy with small puppy eyes
answered her infinite questions in one go.

“I am Haanz. I am the only one here who has come from your mother’s embroideries. I
always looked over you. Your mother unknowingly gave me a window”, he said pointing at
the mail slot.

She sat there holding her folded knees, in the compact box looking at him still more
amused than all the other things put together. He looked at her dearly with a kind of
affection he couldn’t himself understand.

“Why didn’t you ever call me or pull me here?” Ginger asked him resentful.

“I had a window. The doors were for you to open, Ginger.”

“Now come, let me show you something destiny and you have long waited for.” He crawled
ahead of her in the congestion, and she followed him like it was a usual and most obvious
thing for her to do.

For a moment there, they looked like two ordinary children moving in mud,
thudding tunnels and holding on innocent trust. “Here.” He crouched and stood up,
patting the mud off of him.

At first, she was too busy looking at the inconvenient pretty tunnel, and the mud she was
bathed in. Then she finally saw. Another world beneath a world. She sure was dreaming,
floating, imagining more realistically, or was it unrealistically?

She forgot to blink for a long while.

It was a cave with muddy roof and stony floor, there were painted glowworms which
glowed in varied colors, there were walls with infinite embedded embroidery designs,
there were small purple pools that seemed to have come from the same purple river with
bubbleflies and there was ‘the wide mouthed Grail’.

The grail was filled with intertwining fluid paints put in all together, spiralling discreetly in
the vessel with no other dilutor whatsoever, and she stared at it hypnotised.

“I always knew you would love this the most”, Haanz said with a delighted smile.

Chapter 7