Watching a girl walk on a tightrope circled by hundred gazing eyes, waiting, in pin-drop silence, for her to place one wrong foot and fall to her death.
Ten seconds passed between her last and her second last step. And then, the silent, dusty noon was full of rancorous claps.
The king’s entourage too had stopped to watch. He got down from his horse-driven carriage, removed his necklace and put it around the little girl’s neck as she bowed her neck in humble gratitude. She looked up and saw people’s eyes on her, in that winning moment of finishing her performance, feeling as beautiful as culture.
Thousands of years have passed since her moment.
She is performing outside my friend’s apartment. The roads are once again empty and hot. Her brother is shaking a tin in a shop and collecting coins of copper, zinc and nickel.
The king came once again. But the times have changed. He came in a beautiful and shiny metal car, Ford Endeavour, fast and furious as opposed to his outdated horses. The king has learned the value of time, distance and speed.
Speed is equal to Distance divided by Time.
So he reduces time utilized in the same act done thousands of years ago; by not walking out of his carriage. He simply rolls down the window, shakes a box towards the girl who is still busy performing for no one and then, reduces distance by throwing the box outwards, which landed on the children’s bicycle driven cart.
The king then left and I moved my car closer to the cart. It was a box of chocolates.
The day was 22.08.2021 known for rakhi’s and Celebrations (very famous chocolates).
Nice story par o box ladki K hath me bhi de sakte the.
This is a real scene written as observed. What you are saying is the implied message in this sarcastic line: “Speed is equal to Distance divided by Time.”