Whatever or whoever stride a separate way will find its own
way to tune its ultimate destiny to which it belongs to.
The coconut copra (technical term for coconut), which I with
utter embarrassment managed to procure from the research station, had its way
parted. The nut which I have left basking in the sun for attaining the
desirable moisture content to relish its extra taste did we I spot missing. It
might flicker many into wonder as to why I am mentioning all these silly things
here. In fact, it didn't come on as easy as it disappeared from its basking
site. The very way in which it landed into my hand has a very long and funny
tale though.
It all began with our
Horticultural Scientist displaying us cup copra of varying months and varieties
for testing the desirable moisture content for augmenting its shelf life. After
demonstrating us the calibration and the actual working of the Moisture Meter,
he had us escorted to the field. There, we were shown the rotary movement with
which the coconut leaf shredder chops the waste biomass into desirable pieces.
The shreds were then subsequently used as mulch material or diverted to its use
for compost or vermicompost preparation.
Immediately after
returning, Our Scientist instructed us, ‘You can test these coconuts’. Much to
our elation, we hurried over to grab one each. One of my friend exclaimed,
‘Sir, I would like to taste one entire nut’. To this, he had a very confusing
look augmented by a few furrows on his forehead. Reluctant but he didn't fail
to consent to my friend’s quest.
It was quite shameful
to let our mind be preoccupied with the urge to savor the meaty and appealing
coconut endosperm(the nutty edible portion). This was vivid from our comprehension of the word test for
taste. Of course, we did test the moisture level with an additional gain of a
nut to taste too. That’s how we got to own the nut for a span of 5 hours and to
discover its absence from the place where it ought to be. The same did I spot
at the side of our house a day later, without much damage except for a few dust
encrustations.
Then, I washed my
shoes a day and I had the soles dried separately. I had to give a hard rubbing
with brush to ward off the dust and mud clinging to it after regular field
visits. An instant later, I noticed one of my shoes sole having gone. I have
the blame muttered over the gallant wind that swirled with dust encased in it.
I strode a step here and there in my worthless search. The very next morning, I
was astonished to see it right in front of my door step.
The journey to
research station was always a kind of fight for the limited seats. The fight
which is a no win situation in most of the cases. With the left hand stretched
to get hold of holder for steadying jerks, the right one tugged with the pack
lunch box, and the bag crammed with books, pens, etc., sliding over the
shoulder; it wasn't an easy task to move on around.
In the hustle and
bustle of such realm, I had my umbrella gifted to whoever the lucky passenger
in the bus might have been. It was a necessity, the one that hoarded me from
the tropical scorching sun. But it has its way parted from me. The attempt to
replace it was a vague idea as the small shops in the village didn't have one
in store. Exactly after a week, the bus attendant tapped my shoulder with my
lost umbrella.
These incidences sound so insignificant and minor. What
others might let it slip off with negligence, I have the minute details
recorded for it had my subconscious mind seized for a simple realization.
If things part their ways or had their separate ways at one
point of time, then it is bound to surprise you with its ultimate destiny at
another instant. If it is meant to belong to you, it will be yours no matter
what. The same principle applies to persons too, not just things. So never let
time to tick by lamenting over the lost things or the dear ones who had their
ways parted from you. There is no point in doing so. Tread your path with the
hope of reviving the lost things or recuperating your bereaved heart at the end
of the path.
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