The Bridge..

The Bridge ...

Once upon a time there was a piece of flat land standing aside a river bank of northern bridge that hung in misty valley of central Asia.. fog engulfed the shores in twilight every time by dusk and dawn.. each fortnight shone in the orange yellow lights from day and afore night.. while pearl white during the hours..

It was called mystical valley of old people who were named after the plants that grew under shade of the bridge in flat land called.. idinra.. of silva.. the plants were told to be supernatural life giver among people.. and it was said that one can become immortal by drinking nectar.. but rarely were the brew made and used commonly..

The ethereal beautiful and fertile land was reveared among tribe that provided and nourished.. and young Nsytia daughter of village black Smith came to river bank woods strolling everyday with her friends.. swinging on trees and wild animals.. they rode in foray of youth and celebration by alternate vigil of their people's guardian leaders selected by villagers.. called swaradhis.. watching over the river flat land .. carrying bow and holding string of horse's rein in the other hand watching the girls play and.. Joed in golden sands.. swaradhis were called protectors from river monsters like boddin man eating fish giant snakes like boddah.. and mammals like croddus and verils.. and the most feared shadow in the trees and along the woods during dark light hours of each fortnight in moonless nights ..


Once coming late from shaarkshwati temple where she studied a school for young girls.. near village.. .. Nsytia saw her friend drishvta.. talking with a swaradhi .. he was asking for her help to entertain afar river bank and return back to village trail before dusk.. as these were moonless nights.. during the week.. he immediately left while she approached them.. drishvta told her he was her elder sister's in-laws relative.. and an ancient immortal swaradhi .. descending the stars of Revati constellation.. he looked extremely beautiful with long limbs and strong face.. and cloaked in long grey tunic shining with blue dust.. and bronze sprinkle along the edges and golden hemline... riding a white horse.. disappeared in woods quickly.. his name was Vishmaka of Revati..

Both friends following a wide trail.. joined others at the river.. and played.. until afternoon and returned together.. riding individual mount.. they rode small sturdy animal named yaamari.. out the woods towards village they heard a shriek from behind.. later at the camp fire they learned about the death of a man from neighbouring village.. travelling in woods at evening for a shortcut.. he fell in shadow of trees in dark and died immediately.. the body was discovered by .. Vishmaka ...

Nsytia's father made her horse saddles boots and bag.. as the friends continues to be at river.. her mother asked her to accompany others always together and never to stray away.. as the farms along river were deserted quickly before sunset.. yet the trails were vigil for transport and a strict code was maintained for travellers and villagers.. Nsytia asked drishvta's help to meet the handsome vishmaka.. one day.. while at farms near the ground.. they saw him lingering near trees .. .. drishvta introduced them.. and left with others..

Nsytia asked him whether he was guarding the other region or just this one... and if he would like to befriend her..

Vishmaka: I am part of other three groups of swaradhis.. and i am son of Dharmanyu and Kshardyti..

Nsytia: my father is village black Smith.. Nrisand and mother.. the beautiful Rytia..
I have three siblings and few friends.. and relatives in all of the neighbouring villages..

Vishmaka: i can meet you at evening gathering everyday.. but you must not come near jungle.. and wait at the grounds..

Nsytia: would you let me stroll in woods accompanying you.. to see the precious plants and beautiful birds and trees..

Vishmaka: i will.

They rode individual mounts.. in silence.

At the outskirts.. Vishmaka asked her for the next eve meeting.. to wait at the banks.. for the next many evenings they rode together.. .. falling in friendly banter following the wider trail to village. .. each fortnight.

Vishmaka joined villagers and Nsytia.. at late night gatherings around campfire burned new emotions in their friendship.. and a sense of their union among villagers.. and their families ... through decades Vishmaka had served this people well and was recognised a brave warrior among them.. Nsytia's parents rejoiced in new pair camaraderie.. and were pleased to reintroduce them as their extension..

Later one day following intense pleading and reminder to stroll in trees to see the immortal life giver plants.. Vishmaka took Nsytia to the jungle.. in return.. accidentally Nsytia fell in dark .. shadows of the trees.. and was engulfed right beside Vishmaka.. and fell to earth.. the rich aroma and cold clay.. found her body halfway through the fall from her slight slow mount yaamari.. died immediately.. Nsytia went cold on ground.. but Vishmaka took her with .. lightning speed to his horse and out the woods..

At the outskirts temple he found medicine to help her himself.. and then taking her to his home for further help. She recovered and strengthened after few days.

Next year they married.. and bore six children.. they became a legend with the people and are still remembered by villagers.

(this short story is written to enhance my visual interpretation and performance in visual art.. and bears no offence to any other text.. )