Some of the greatest stories of all time have been stories of a quest – a quest for gold, a quest for something long-lost, a quest for a new land, a quest for love and so on
It was an ordinary day and I was negotiating the morning rush hour traffic when I saw it.
A huge, golden disc shimmered above me just before it crashed heavily in the distance. I blinked and looked again.
No, I definitely wasn’t dreaming. The disc was there in all its golden glory. “Surely I can’t be the only one who can see it,” I thought. I looked at my fellow commuters. Their faces were a blank. They hadn't seen it.
I wove my way out of the traffic thinking this wasn’t going to be an ordinary day after all. I sprinted towards the disc.
It grew larger and larger in my eyes. It was so big that I could only see the edge. Who knew what great mysteries lay beyond!
As I got closer, I could see that there was another disc. And another. And another. There was a field full of golden discs! A heavenly, indescribable aroma wafted through the air. It was bliss!
From the corner of my eye, I could see a fellow commuter some distance behind me. I hadn’t been the only one to see the discs after all!
I suddenly heard a low, whooshing sound. I looked above. A huge brown wall was falling towards me at great speed! I ran. My life depended on it!
The wall fell with a heavy thud just behind me; the blast of air threw me forward.
I ran again, glancing behind to look for my fellow commuter. Nothing. Did he survive? Did I dare go back to check? No, the field was too close. He could wait. He was probably dead.
I found a gap in the field of discs and scuttled in. Arms trembling, starved for oxygen, I leaned on one of the golden discs.
It was sticky, but sweet! Sweeter than anything I had ever tasted before. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. I had defied death to get here. The rush, the danger, had all been worthwhile.
I could now take my time and enjoy the feast in peace. God, it's great to be an ant surrounded by jalebis .