The light from the Sun had gone down, a gentle breeze had its evening chillness mixed along and when it nuzzled his body hairs, Kaadan opened his eyes. He was meditating under the tree, the scent of dusk and rain made him realize that it was time to go back to his shelter. He touched the tree as a courtesy to wave off for the day but suddenly a female voice from the past was echoed inside his head. The Voice said, “How does it feel to leave? How does it feel to be left from the place where you belong?”
The voice was one of his past memory that gave him shivering vibes. It all began from how he ended up falling inside a dreadful pit of the dense forest while being chased by a wild beast. Kaadan lost his consciousness and broke his bones and then within a few hours later, the local tribe pulled him out of the pit and took him to Kayal’s house. Kayal was the expert in herbal healings, she knew in and out of the forest herbs hence the entire tribe trusted upon her healing skills. Kaadan was taken to her.
It was nightfall with heavy rains, Kaadan did not gain full consciousness, his body temperature rose up, Kayal and her kids gave their best medicines and shelter to save his life. It was dawn and Kaadan gained back his consciousness and realized that his right arm was injured badly and right leg had been fractured. He was bedridden yet he was speculative about the place he had been. Kayal and her tribal neighborhood people told what had happened since the chase.
Kaadan mentioned he came to shoot photos of the wilderness in this forest and got chased by a wild beast. Kayal and her kids were happy to treat him with everything required until his recovery. That was how the lonely photographer found a good pack of people around him. Kayal had two kids, one teenage girl Elaai and a little boy Kambaa. They both got along well with him especially the curious Kambaa, and so did Kayal.
His days spent with them made him feel like he had a family. The camera was an extrinsic device for them, when Kaadan clicked photos everyone saw him as an alien. They were surprised to see a reflection of themselves on screen. He was sympathetic about Kayal’s husband who passed away when she was pregnant for the second time.
When Kambaa asked a naive question on whether the camera can show him the photo of dead people, Kaadan stood speechless at the Innocence of the curious young kid who had never seen his father’s face.
Weeks passed, Kaadan was able to walk with the help of support sticks, while getting recovered he also felt very comfortable to live with a family of kind people. He always wanted to leave away from the fast-paced life of a concrete jungle and settle down in a peaceful place. As few more days passed he asked it out to Kayal, it was a proposal that he did to accept him as a father to her kids and not just a patient. For which Kayal had an answer which was unexpected and it started with an unusual conversation, she said, “I was waiting for this time but I didn’t expect so soon. You knew my husband didn’t you?”
Kaadan exclaimed, “No what do you mean!”
Kayal went inside her house to look for something and came back with a dog tag which imprinted a name ‘Kaadan’ and she showed it to her and said, “look isn’t this yours???”
Kaadan quickly checked his neck where he found already wearing the dog tag and then he checked with the one Kayal gave. It was only then he remembered the dreadful deed he had committed in his past.
Kaadan remembered for once he came to the same Forest to Hunt for deers, where he had a duel with an Adivasi guy who stopped him from hunting and using guns. It was a dreadful duel that ended up badly, accidentally the adivasi guy hit hard at the back of the head on a stone. He was the husband of Kayal. Kaadan was a coward back then where he had no choice but to throw the adivasi into a pit and ran away from the forest. His dog tag was cut down in the fight they had and it was near the body of Kayal’s husband inside the pit.
Kaadan stood with shame, Guilt and tears, he begged forgiveness and asked, “Kayal, I am not worthy enough to apologize for the act I’ve done. Why did you show mercy when you knew it was me all the time? You could have killed me anytime you wanted to but why didn’t you?”
Kayal: “Every single time you closed your eyes, every single time I crushed herbs I’ve thought about killing you. But the times when I saw you I realized there was no family for you, you were alone loved by none. I saw you getting dependent upon my kids, fall in love with my kids and the forest. I thought I should let you live and yearn for this love. I wanted to make you feel that you belonged here by various means. Tell me, What is it that you feel now? To leave? Tell me, How does it feel to be left from the place where you belong? How does it feel to lose people whom you thought is the entire world to you? Tell me!”
Kaadan remembered that sight which chilled his bones. The sight of a powerful widow whose eyes filled with tears mixed with a cold sense of vengeance and loss of her love.
When it started raining Kaadan came back to the present state of mind. He could never forget, every single day after meditation he touched the tree and it felt as if Kayal and Nature had the same voice and same question to ask. Kaadan only had silence and tears as answers to be given. He left everything and dedicated his rest of the life to the forest itself. He realized Kayal saved him to live and pay his life with the guilt for his deeds and so did mother nature. He felt her vengeance must be served and he does live day and night inside the dense forest and waits for the dark wild beast to take his life.
*Disclaimer*: This story and its characters are completely fictional. This is a tribute and remembering the well known environmental activist Baiju K Vasudevan. In frame is this wonderful person, thanks to Sai I came to know about him, the story is completely my own version of a different character. An inspiration has been drawn and I wish to place this as a tribute to Late Baiju K Vasudevan and Mother Nature.
©Anirudh Shreenath.
Photographer ©: Sai.Photography
In frame: Late. Baiju K Vasudevan