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The Lone Traveller

Simon was walking bare feet now. The cold morning sand was wet beneath his feet. The waves crashed ashore with demonic noise. The cold moist breeze brought with itself a promise of bright hot day, congenial to foot travel, non-conducive of much physical exertion. He would have to travel much of the distance before noon, and then rest for some hours until sundown to begin his journey again. He has now traveled many light years along the beach, parallel to the locus of the points where giant waves died down on the shore. He had had little sleep last night, scanty sleep for the past two months. There was much to fear; beasts, enemies, robbers, turbulent weather, pagans and most importantly his own God, and it was the wrath of the maker that he dreaded the most. He could rest a bit, but soon the sun will be blazing its fire, It is best for him to tread on and cover much of his distance until then.
One by one, all his followers and compatriots desolated him. They were once the much proclaimed Zealots, with the heart of slave-like devotion to the one true God of the Israelites. They had a cause, a motive and an aspiration. They had once had a leader, a zeal and true faith. Defeat has thawed much of it, marred the zeal and revealed the true virtues of most. The times were not ripe, ages’ yoke. Some died in the guerrilla war, some collapsed with plague and still some just abandoned him, seeking refuge in worldly existence. These quitters are the most dangerous, for they sold their souls to the evil contriver, Satan, in exchange of a glamorized life of commonness, devoid of any service to God. These were the ones who had so brazenly let down their own people and their one God’s will. So in the end, there were the martyrs on the cross and then there were the traitors.
It was now getting hot under the mid-summer sun. It was alright to wait, no major difference will that make. After all, there was no destination, nowhere to reach, no one to meet, nothing waiting to be done. Yet, he had to move on, lest time ends itself. The end was near, God was coming, the good news has to reach every corner of this earth.

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Aabir Basu is a North Kolkata-bred bearded and spectacled Bengali Bhodrolok. He has a master’s degree in Business Administration and is currently employed in some IT company. Aabir writes blogs about life, religion, photo-blogs, politics, short stories, one liner quotes and everything else. Please share your feedback with your comments. Click here for more

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Aabir Basu is a North Kolkata-bred bearded and spectacled Bengali Bhodrolok. He is on the right side of his thirties and is married to his teenage sweetheart. He has a master’s degree in Business Administration and is currently employed in some IT company. Aabir is an artist at heart: cartoonist, photographer, painter, movie buff, poetry enthusiast, lullaby story-teller, bathroom singer, religious philosopher and photo manipulator. He believes in creativity and breaking out of the cliché. Aabir's life is characterized by trying to spend a peaceful life while doing what he loves or trying to love what he does (that's too many trying in one sentence). Aabir writes blogs about life, religion, photo-blogs, politics, short stories, one liner quotes and everything else.

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