(Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction)
If the rumours were true, I was on my way to get the key to eternal happiness. I was desperate at the time. Exhausted with my broken life. Seeking redemption.
“Find the purple flower with a red shadow growing around the roots of the tallest tree on the banks of the Ganges”, the cherubic monk had said.
It took me 8 months, 21 days, 5 hours and 33 minutes. But I did find the flower.
“Run towards the end of this platform and you will see –”
I didn’t wait for him to finish. I ran as I had never run before. The sweet taste of freedom on my lips.
Closer and closer to the darkness. The flower gripped in my sweaty palm.
I was out of breath by the time I opened the Great Oak Door.
What lay ahead surprised me.
“THAT is the key to life’s secret!”, I laughed aloud. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? It was the simplest answer.
What I saw was a –
Look inside you. Maybe you won’t take that long to find your key.