Threes stories, One heart (Story 2, Chapter 02)

Story 2: Watambi and Sandy

Chapter 2: The LandOfUnknown

   Watambi was anything by average in looks. Nothing extraordinary but yet he knew how to display his assets. Considering his weird knack of being to himself, he wasn't like this before. There was a time when he would be completely out there vying for attention. Even his neighbourhood was aware of his antics and emancipated his amusing ways in an act of sheer stupidity. But he was absent minded. Always was.

    Never knew what people expected from him and he never really cared. He would always day dream. Day dream of being in a world of something strange and yet acceptable. Remembering his chronicles of past, he could only wail in a muffled tone and move on.

    Life moves on and Watambi was always okay with this. There is a resentment in everyone for what one wishes to become. Now, Watambi lived in a LandOfUnknown. That was the name of his town and virtually was nonexistent on the map. So was this land forgotten,

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that perhaps the townsfolk never quite knew there existed Nutella and M&N's somewhere far and wide. They lived in an isolated space of normalcy which was headed by the TT brothers.

     These brothers were fierce, strong and in their 60s and yet could shovel a dolphin with their mere javelin aimed at a full blown throw. The TT brothers were olive skinned and lived at the edge of LandOfUnknown near the river. The river spoke of mysteries as no one had gone beyond and at max one could only hear stories of the townsfolk trying but being unable to return. Such curiosity was enough to grapple Watambi with excitement and against the admonishment of Mrs. Peggy he would often equivocally voice his desire to seek on a quest.

"The river goes to the place, beyond.", warned Mrs. Peggy.
"But Mrs. P, I have nothing left to do here. All I long for is the occasional times spent at the library and much your lovely baked pies.", reasoned Watambi.
"You are young and very naive.", said Mrs. Peggy
"Perhaps you never really knew me", said Watambi.

    It was true. No one really knew where Watambi came from. His personal life was a close kept secret that he refused to divulge. It was one dark cold night when out of nowhere, there was a knock. Considering Mrs. Peggy often had visitors and beggars scurrying for some leftovers, she was quite used to this drill. Just as she opened the door with her trademark jug of sparkly sherbet, she was for a shock when she found Watambi unconscious.

    Watambi was gripped with water from head to toe and was wearing a worn out kaftan that spoke of his long journey from the forests. His khakee coloured kaftan was complimented by a rustic pair of old trousers and had a duffel bag strapped on his shoulders. He was lying on the verandah with little to no consciousness. Just when Mrs. Peggy had second thoughts of calling the temporary kind souls from the nunnery, she happened to accidentally glance on to his eyes.

     Deep intense eyes, that was enough to melt Mrs. Peggy in to the kind hearted nun she once was. How could she ignore such an innocent traveller? Watambi's caramel skin shone in the shadows of the Moon light and he spoke of almost no malice or any game. Mrs. Peggy, who had an eye for the good and the bad, looked up in the sky and said."Is this a sign?"

    Watambi never wanted to love. He was quite averse to it and wanted to do unexpected. Drive down the motorcade for instance on a pair of trampoline or fly like a bird with no wings. He just thought of the world in a different angle. He was happy with his outlook for life and it was something which  made him a standout amongst the herd.

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