We live in the same room, we breath the same air, we even drink from the only stream that flows through our backyard to the next village.
Together, we fetch woods from the same forest. Our crops grow on the same farm land.
We are siblings of ONE father and mother…
But we do not suck from the same breast. We hail from the same village, but we live in different planets. Our genes are the same, but we have different blood flowing through us.
Today the snow fell, but not on us all, yesterday it rained but not on us all, tomorrow the sun will shine; I hope we all experience it.
In our living room are four siblings…
One is crying and she is in pain, the second is wrapped in fine silk sleeping like a baby in the court. Our third sibling is with his purse and briefcase doing his thing. And the fourth; he is busy philandering- his usual habit.
We have a fifth sibling…. He was the one who left home for the next village. Our cucumbers were not green and plush enough for him anymore and he couldn’t cope with that, so he packed his bags and left one night.
Mum and Dad left us with a care taker; a tradition of our kind of family. We call him our emperor.
For several moons, this disarray had been, and each season Mum and Dad will hire a new Emperor. But none has ever tried to do something. Each time they came; they parted with our foodstuffs and clothing leaving us more starved and disjointed than before.
And somehow, we, even ourselves have decided to lead our lives as separate beings. No more family meetings, and when we try to do so, it is for selfish reasons.
I STILL WONDER WHY ARE WE SO APART and do not care for each other beyond the weak reasons we stay part for.