Those eyes had a twinkle in them, the kind which suggests a mischievous idea about to be hatched. He kept staring at those tiny waves on the beach. The thelawalas and street vendors setting up their shops to prepare for an uneventful off season day. One would have wondered looking at him silently staring at those ways with a look of stern determination yet pride, along with it there was the twinkle in his eyes to compliment the sly smile on his slightly plump yet cute face. The smile was the one of power, of having found out a way to achieve his dreams, of having the power to do magic, it could charm millions at that sight, for he had the will, the power to do what he wanted......
One look at him and you would think why would someone like him wander alone at 7 30 in the morning at a beach, why would the parents leave him unattended? After all he did not look a day older than five. He however continued to gaze straight ahead at the myriad depths of the sea in front of him, unfettered by the world starting its day around him. Once in a while he bent down, seemed to clean his shoes of the sand.
Suddenly that charming smile disappeared and he looked a bit puzzled, as if life had thrown him a very difficult math problem to solve. He was still calm and started moving a bit further towards the sea. Each step made him more and more worried and confused, a bit frustrated too...
With each forward step he gazed the sea with contempt, the color now drained off his face. The sea had surely committed a crime, taken away something from this sweet soul who would never forgive it for the loss, for a moment he seemed to pounce on it with great fury, the next he decided not to for he was more cunning and smart than that. he would punish the sea in his own way, when the time was right.
He then looked at the sun once, with the same contempt, he would spare the sun this time as it was only the accomplice and not the felon. he bent once more, his legs now wading in the shallow waters. The last time, he thought to himself and then with the young bright sun shining he lifted his hand, clenched in tight fist. the smile somewhat returned but he was not fully satisfied.
A lady watching him went and asked, "And what do you have in your fist?","
The slithering slimy sand Ma'am" he replied with a look of disgust. "And what do you intend to do with it?" asked the lady. "I wanted to build a house on this beach with it, a house where me and my friends could all live together, you see I have lots of friends near my house and we have lot of fun together but I cannot take them to the boarding school so I wanted to build a house in which I could take my friends little toys and I would play with them each day as i play with them now. But this sand is mean it slips from my hands every time I catch hold of it and the sea is mean too it holds the sand but washes away my house. Can you please tell the sea and the sand to be my friends and help me? if they want I will take them with me too like my other friends, Please...", answered the boy.
The lady smiled at him, ruffled his head and with tears in her eyes bent down and picked up a fist full of sand, held it out and as she watched, the slimy sand slithered away from her fingers, yet again........
