Paradise
The sand ever so shiny, the sky ever
so blue, the sea ever so green. A beach with the following properties, and not
to forget, filled with coconut trees. Ain’t that a paradise that could light up
anyone’s heart? The waves ever so calmly. With the breeze blowing towards the
seaside. A sea breeze indeed. Correction, a paradise indeed. But the thing
about one’s paradise is that it varies among different peoples. Especially when
it’s to the villagers of Gothania.
Gothania , like any other village, is filled with
people. People who call themselves Gothanian. For them, Paradise is something
that resembles death. They do not cry over people dying. They feel happy for
them. For it resembles darkness, the dusk of Man. They do not cry nor weep. For
that’s not what they do. Paradise for them are graveyards, for graveyards
resembles death, and for them, a sanctuary. Lemonni, Lemonni Cricket is a
Gothanian. But the thing about Lemonni is that he is different from the others.