Kavi sat under the skies and thought. It was all overwhelming. Gold. His successes. He thought of how he couldn’t ask for more, although he always did. He smelled of life and its many gifts. He shone of smiles that were born with spring and lived like the God that he called out for more. He sprang about in youth and shooed the darkness, like the sun that swatted the night at dawn. Darkness was but life to him. Black was but a colour. Death was but the other side of the horizon. Who but Grdhraha would care!
Grdhraha, the wise, flew his sky, like a kite on a string called death. He scoured the floor from his seat of everywhere, for the broken strings that fly the sky. He smiled at death. And what a smile he had! It daggered the sky like his sight and flight, while life below fluttered and sought flight. Helter-skelter! But he waited. And flew.
Kavi looked up to blue sky that blinded him. He called out to the lonely vulture that flew in waiting. “Oh stupid one! What do you wait for? Death? Look at but the life! It’s everywhere. In everything. Isn’t death too trivial for you to wait for? Can’t you get enough of the living? What do you search for? Look at the living world that breaks like a shoot through the rocks of perishing; that runs through minutes that tick down life; that streams like a brook in the middle of the sea! Look at it in bloom and life; look how beautiful it is! Behold the bees that spring from flower to another; the snakes that dance their charm; the kid that bleats for the ewe’s udders; the wizened old cobbler that sits by the fire and celebrates his new shoes with ale; the mother that waits with pie and bread for the child that is off at school; the mice that nibble at a piece of spilt cheese and skitter off sate; the fire-flies that sing of life around beaming lights; the leaves that smile green; the water that smells blue; oh! Stupid one! You’re alive too! Look at it! Life!”
Grdhraha, crooked and torn, weathered and living, stooped down at him and perched atop a tree. He fixed his eyes upon the questioner. He waited.