Sensed : A story.

                  The lake lay quiet and still. The water calm. He by its edge deep in some thought. The legs of his corduroys filled up, right to the knees. The breeze swished passed his naked feet, making its presence felt. The geese were unusually quiet. He could hear the distant rustle of shrubs, swaying. Swaying in accord with the breeze. The cool breeze would gather pace once in a while, sending a shiver down his spine. Somewhere far off a murder of crows cawed their way back home. The rocky surface of the edge wasn't particularly comfortable. Yet it was worth the compromise. To sit by the edge dangling his legs over the edge. The subtle warmth of the setting sun on his face. There was some time before the annoying lady would come. Peace, yes peace was what he found here. The smell of dinner being cooked waffled in from somewhere. Perhaps the hut which stood nearby. But dinner could wait. For this was the time he cherished. A bee buzzed by his ear, interrupting the chain of thoughts. The incessant buzz was irritating as he tried in vain to swat away the bee and gave up. He sat still again and loo the buzzing stopped. The bee flew away 
perhaps losing interest in a calm target. The lake was eerily calm.
   
 Somehow the calm was inviting. He felt a unnecessary urge to take a dip. But he dared not risk it, for
he did not know how to swim. Now that he had settled down, it was time he guessed. His hand wandered beside him on the lake edge to the flute that lay . The wooden reed felt felt comfortable and familiar. His fingers found their way to the tiny holes on it. He put it to his lips and then flowed the melody. The melody, he thought the calm water of the lake put into him.
        He played for a while. He played on and on, until he no longer could play anymore. He set aside the flute and gasped for breath. Now all felt complete. It wouldn't matter if the lady came now. The warmth of the sun had faded now. He heard footsteps behind him. Ah! she was here. She came closer, knelt beside him and said,"Its time now, father". As he allowed himself to be helped by the lady to his feet.
       A cricket creaked somewhere far away, as the lady helped the blind man towards the hut, away from the lake that lay empty since the day he had lost his eyes. Perhaps waiting for his sight to return, to please his eyes again in return for the flute he played ever so diligently.. waiting and waiting.

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