Where the Fruit Grow
“Grandpa,
grandpa,” cried out Danzl and Kuroff, “what happened to your back?”
“What do
you speak of?” responded Ralla.
“Your
back! You have that massive scar on your back. How did it get there?” pleaded
Danzl and Kuroff.
“Well,
you see there once ruled a villain named Ravana. And Ravana enjoyed wreaking
havoc on any and everyone. For a few thousand years Ravana was especially
violent. Village after village was destroyed because Ravana simply found violence
to be – fun.” explained Ralla.
“But the
scar, how did you get the scar?” asked Kuroff.
“Oh,
yes! The scar. Where were we now?” said Ralla.
“Did you
fight the villain yourself?” implored Danzl.
Ralla
chuckled. “Oh no! I was simply collecting the fruits that had come to season.
It just so happened that I ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.” exclaimed
Ralla.
Ralla,
with a look of bewilderment on his face, said, “So you’re telling us that the
FRUITS scarred you?”
“Now let
me explain,” remarked Ralla, “I was in the fruit fields that are fed by the
Ganges just south of Mount Kailasa. I was harvesting the fruits for the family
when I heard a thunder from the mountains. I could not tell what was going on,
but the mountains themselves looked very peculiar. Black were the clouds, red
were sparks flying and green was an odd aura surrounding two figures on
mountainside.”
Ralla
and Kuroff, both wide-eyed, were engaged in nothing but the tale.
“It was
the tenacious terror – Ravana. On this particular day he had chosen to fight
the mountain god Shiva. Shiva was no chump now. Ravana, even with all of his trickery,
was up for quite the battle with artist of war like Shiva.” Explained Ralla.
“So how
did the SCAR come about?” begged the children.
“Ah yes,
the scar! You see, the battle between the two was quite turbulent; the ground
shook, the water in the Ganges crashed against the banks and rocks exploded
from the side of Kailasa.” detailed Ralla.
The
children, not knowing their grandfather had ever experienced anything half this
exciting, were on the edge of their proverbial seats.
“The
fight was back and forth – hours went by as the two exchanged blows. Then,
Shiva grabbed Ravana by the neck and thrust him to the ground. Shiva then
picked up the entire Himalayan mountain range and pinned Ravana down with it.” said
Ralla.
“And
when Shiva jabbed the Himalayas down as his sword, boulders tumbled from its
side. And, unfortunately, one of those boulders struck me in the back as I ran
for cover.” described Ralla.
“Awesome!”
exclaimed the kids. “Do you have any more cools stories to tell?” beseeched
Kuroff.
Author's note:
The background for this story is that in the Hindu culture, mount Kailasa is a venerated landmark. This is due to the belief that Shiva still resides there. I chose two write this in third person because I wanted readers to understand the emotions on both sides of the conversation. This was my attempt at explaining the events at Mount Kailasa that afford it special attention. I thought it would be more realistic to include traits of the characters like impatience on the part of the children and a tendency to side-track by an elder.
Bibliography:
Buck, William (1976). Ramayana: King Rama's Way.


