Today’s Prompt: Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.
Today’s twist: If you’d like to continue our serial challenge, also reflect on the theme of lost and found more generally in this post.
The first post in this series, Day Four: Lost in Thought (Part 1/3) can be considered as from the dad’s point of view.
The second post in this series, Day 13: Faith Found (Part 2/3) includes a conversation between the father and the son and has a reference to the mother also.
And, hence, I welcome you to the third, and most probably final post in the series – from the point of view of the boy.
So many people in this whole wide world – and I get that question. And that too, from my dearest dad.
If every creation needs a creator, then who created the creator in the first place? If the creator had always existed, then why can’t the world have always existed?
I lost my peace of mind. This has been running around my head ever since my father asked me. And that happened right after I analogised with him about flowers and children. Expected an impression. But no. He sticks to his atheism even more. And yet, here I am, losing sleep over a Physics test. It is at these times that I often wish that I was at Hogwarts. Somehow they manage to get their exams cancelled year after year.
God save me. Or if I were to believe the Physics book – May the God particle save me.
I lose consciousness and drift off into dreamy sleep with the fat book as an excellent pillow. I see my Physics book transform into shreds and decompose – into a seed. A seed which I planted in my garden. But then the seed isn’t just a seed – but an apple, which has fallen off the suddenly blooming tree. Where did that come from? The leaves come down and fall into a pattern. Some recognisable pattern – I just can’t find out from where. Then an apple falls on my head. I wake up to the gravity of the situation. Damn it, the biology exam was over yesterday – but the nightmares aren’t.
Then I find the pattern and recognise it. It’s from the book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoeniz. I realise I’ve found the answer to my dad’s question, the meaning of my dream and my peace of mind, all in one shot:
“Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? Well then, I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning.”