7/7/1880, Time: 12:30 pm. One night, Osin was viewing outside to the moon. Different thoughts, plans started nurturing his little mind. As far the moon reached he wished to go further than the moon. Group of birds would sometime make dark images and beauty to the moon, the scene was enticing. He also gave birth to dream to make such images and wander around. Night was growing darker and more forceful. With night, his dream of becoming like free bird grew more and more. He wanted to go to sky and make it his limit. There was frustration in home as well pushed by the activity of his mother. The depression lied in one of his heart. The depression caused by his inability to give full shape to his father’s dream. So, to get rid of these, he decided to leave home. He woke up, burnt the candle and took out piece of paper. The ship in the ocean was like bird shape. It had three apartments. Osin chose the middle one. Osin’s apartment had small window that showed the tourist view. Very few dared to sit in middle apartment as there was high risk of falling and getting drowned in the ocean. Osin chose this apartment unknowingly and confined himself in one of its edge. His heart was divided into two parts. They were like two warriors fighting for each other. One strived to go whereas other tended to stay back. But one had to win ultimately and his latest heart conquered because there were no any other choices too. He stared at his hometown for the last time. His eyes were numb and heart was speechless but he conquered the both. The ship started with big noise and wobbled down slowly. It headed towards north. Fighting with waves of ocean, the ship made Osin’s birthplace out of his vision. He watched back his village for the last time. Now, he wasn’t sure when he would see it again. With the motion of ship, Osin matched motion of his own heart. Slowly, he was fascinated by the scenes that came during his journey. Some birds were resting on the beach sharing their pains, agony. They flapped their wings against the wind. The scene was really wonderful. They were dribbling with flow of water making some fountain. They seemed like group of army marching in the field. The sun’s reflection on the spread wings made it more scattered and moreover the scene more perfect. Osin watched them gingerly with his tourist eye. The more he delved into it, the more interesting he found. Again those birds were out of sight slowly due to the repulsive motion of the ship. Many people were busy seeing distant scene with their binocular. But he didn’t have one. So, he nourished one idea in his mind. He went near the edge of ship and screamed out: “Whale, Whale!! Look the whale, so big they are!”
This is a fiction of young boy who dreams to traveler. He wonders in many dreamland.