“Mom, this one has a tangy taste to it!” exclaimed Victor. To little Victor, the bitter-sweet taste of the lollipops that his mom had given him to allay his fears arising out of the gigantic structures surrounding him, was the only distraction. To everyone around, the ruins seemed like beautiful structures symbolizing power and personifying history. They came across as monuments that spoke volumes of a lost civilization and the dynasty of a Ruler- the Sultan.
To Charlotte, Victor’s petite historian mother, the place brought a queer feeling. A feeling of Déjà vu. Her vision addled, a blush suffused her lips, her mind rushed back in time. The dynasty came alive, bustling with people and ebullient with wealth. Prosperity was its name and harmony, its song. Then came along the pillagers. They ravaged the town, bludgeoned the peace within and desecrated the worshipped. Hate conquered Love. Charlotte seemed lost and her face sank. “Mom, can I have one more of those lollipops?” Victor’s mellifluous words jolted her back to reality. Confused, she looked around at the ruins and then at her little bundle of innocence. She had only two lollipops remaining. Victor had one to enjoy. The other lollipop was for Charlotte. It quelled her fears too!!
By
Akanksha Gupte
MMS 2008-10
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