The Man Who Loved a Dolphin

[Inspired from a Polynesian legend]

PART-1

My mother told me the other day about a man who loved a dolphin. But before I go to the principal story I may catch a digression telling you about the area I live. This is one of the several Polynesian isles appreciated for its gorgeous panoramas and stunning people. Some of my readers might even have read the accounts of the voyages written by Fanny Stevenson and published under the title The Cruise of the Janet Nichol. Or even viewed the pictures taken by Robert Louis Stevenson. In 1894 Count Rudolf Festetics de Tolna, his wife Eila and her daughter Blanche Haggin visited these places aboard the yacht Le Tolna. The Count’s photographs as you know are very popular. The story my mama told me is a strange one and the occasion was one of the afternoons when I was slightly depressed after a conference with a cherished one. My mama reminded me not to take it very earnestly, as it is only a legend. And in many states, she warned that in the cycles of germination we take tales for actuality and un her case, she also had such flights in her youthful times in the hall, about personalities and situations, which she used to fabricate in restful periods. These consumed many insomniac nights in her life, but when they passed they were just tales. If you draft it on a leaf of paper and read it after a day, you are more likely to laugh about it. In case you read the same sheet after ten years, you will unquestionably roll in howling because it was just a story, Because if your affections to that fragments, everything seemed real, whereas it is not so. My mother told me not to worry about anything particularly, and in the vast framework of things, intentions count, not actions. …….That day I was descending the rungs of Tuvalu National Library when my mate came towards me and then in an abrupt change of moves, advanced to a totally different field which swayed me. I was profoundly scraped by the loss of volatile passion and my friend’s shift of respects to another man, who in fact was my friend too. You see, in such situations, man is overpowered by gleams of oppressive feelings, and I was also no exception to this dictate. My mother, after giving me my usual lunch plate of pulaka, which is a swamp crop alike to taro, but with bigger blades and rougher roots and bananas, and a piece of breadfruit which I relished greatly. Seeing my face and the varied expressions on it and the fact that I was not giving much attention to the savory courses in front of me, my mama grasped my concerns as she is very intuitive and can foretell thunderstorm and black clouds. She kept quiet while I was lunching and when I retired to the thatched shed by the side, she appeared near me and seized a stool and narrated me the story of the man who loved a dolphin, which in fact was about one of the ancestors of our lineage………The title astounded me. How can a rational being love a dolphin, while breathing on this earth with its copious females, pure,beautiful ,wise, true or talented, in all stages and its full casts,that had often disturbed me with several chimeras in lone hours,causing me informed of the changes in body beats, which is like the sea in turbulent waters and that again from the bases carry out fishes and spill them on the sand- And when I glance in the reflector and discern my elegant profile and when one of my compatriots take photographs of me and confer them later, with my calf muscles deep in the Polynesian cerulean water, with an eerie coldness spreading through my follicles, and my limb line looking like a carving, I am amazed not at my frame’s worth but at the grand artisan who conceived it with such miraculous polish that he indelibly transfers to other spans.

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[From a work of fiction in making]