Posted on July 16, Comments I had the train compartment to myself up to Rohana, then a girl got in. The couple who saw her off were probably her parents; they seemed very anxious about her comfort, and the woman gave the girl detailed instructions as to where to keep her things, when not to lean out of windows, and how to avoid speaking to strangers. They called their goodbyes and the train pulled out of the station. As I was totally blind at the time, my eyes sensitive only to light and darkness, I was unable to tell what the girl looked like; but I knew she wore slippers from the way they slapped against her heels.
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True, my only sibling died inbut that event turned into an occasion of grace, one that brought me the unexpected blessing of returning to my hometown after a lifetime of wandering.
And the book I wrote about that journey had for the first time given me financial security. Yet last summer I was mired in despair. The cause was the failure of the expectation I had over my return home—a happily-ever-after hope that grace would forever bridge the fault lines between my family and me that had driven me to leave as a young man.
It had not happened, even though I had done everything in my power to make it so. No matter how far I had strayed from home, I never felt the pain of exile as I did last year—a pain exacerbated by my felt inability to steel my mind and marshal my will to master it.
I was lost, but lost in a familiar way. When I was 17, as a restless, anxious teenager, I wandered unawares into the Gothic cathedral at Chartres. The wonder and beauty of that medieval masterpiece made me realize that life was far more filled with joy, with possibility, with adventure and romance than I had imagined.
I did not walk out of the cathedral that day a Christian, but I did leave as a pilgrim who was onto something. What I meant was that I needed my vision renewed, my spirit revived, my world re-enchanted by what I perceived there in as a world-weary American teenager who thought he had seen it all, but who in truth had no idea how blind he was until he beheld the most beautiful church in the world.
Midway in the journey of our life I came to myself in a dark wood, For the straight way was lost. I read on in that first canto, or chapter, and stood with Dante the pilgrim as wild beasts—allegories of sin—cut off all routes out of the terrifying wood. I did not know it in that moment, but those were the first steps of a journey that would lead me through this incomparable 14th-century poem—all 14, lines in cantos—through the pits of Hell, up the mountain of Purgatory, beyond space and time to the zenith of Paradise—and out of my own dark wood of depression.
He had been caught up in the political intrigue and violence of his times, which, given the role of the medieval papacy in worldly politics, meant enmeshment in religious controversy and strife as well. He would never return. The trauma of this sentence, and the sins and failings that had brought about such injustice into his world, provoked a personal crisis in the middle-aged poet.
He began writing the Commedia, his epic account of an imaginative journey from darkness to the ultimate light: Steeped in Scholasticism and church-state politics of the High Middle Ages, the Commedia is theologically deep and politically pungent, saturated in historical detail.In The Eyes Have It by Ruskin Bond we have the theme of kindness, determination, independence, desire, perception, memory and confidence.
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The couple who saw her off were probably her parents. A very touching story. Ruskin bond is the king of writing fiction. Reply Delete. Add comment. Load more Newer Post Home. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom) SHORT STORIES. Loading. Browse or Search Scroll down to browse the glossary, or press the button below to open the search window.
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