The Story Of The Urn (original composition)
Nadia saw the antique urn and decided to buy it.As she held it up,the tiny mirror pieces that were embedded in the urn caught the light and reflected it all over the dimly lit antique shop.
Nadia was not a big fan of art or culture,but there was something about antique items that intrigued her.Every object in the shop had a story of its own and she always made it a point to ask the old shop owner who always seemed to sit behind the counter if the item had any story behind it.
She tucked the urn under her arm and lifted the trinkets she had selected earlier and took them to the counter.The old man was still behind the counter.He seemed to be reading a book in some foreign language with a lot of interest.
Nadia cleared her throat to catch his attention.She waited for a while,but just as she thought of doing it again,he slowly raised his bald head and took off his spectacles.
"Ah! so you found the urn,Nana!" he said,forgetting her name for the millionth time since they met.She had stopped correcting him a long time ago as she realised that she did not know his name either.She never bothered to ask him his name,but she was very curious today.
"So tell me about this urn.Where did you find it?" she said,too shy to ask him his name.He got up from his seat,switched on the heater and returned to his original position,saying "I actually found this in the attic of this old house I went to see.I think it was my friend's.This urn was handed down to him by his father who was an old British army man.The old fellow had told him that he had saved a million dollars for him and it was stacked somewhere in his house.What was his name? Oh yes! some Mr. White" he paused to cough and then continued."The son did not believe his father.After all,how could an army man earn so much? So,after the fathers death,the son went back to his fathers house where he found an old parchment saying "The key to the treasure is held in the urn,son."
"The son thought of it as a joke and went to the city carrying various artefacts he found in his house to start a little shop of his own." Nadia had now begun to put two and two together.She looked at the old man with a doubtful expression,but he did not notice it.
He continued "The son had no interest in the money either.He was fond of handwork and wanted to lead a simple life.Years later,he faced a financial crisis.To deal with that,he sold off the house that had been his family's abode for generations."
He coughed again."After a few months,he received a letter from the new owner of the house along with a large parcel which contained a trunk.It said that they found the trunk when they broke one of the walls in the house.The son knew that it had some relation with the urn and the money,so he sold the urn to me." the old man concluded.
"But,you said that you found it in your friends house." Nadia said."What? no! I said that he sold it to me! Now out you go,I have to go to the church!" He said,slowly pushing her out of the shop.
"Wait! Tell me your name at least." Nadia said."What? Oh! it's David White.now out you go!" he said,closing the door on her face.The urn was still inside the shop.She saw him slowly pick up the urn and place it in an old almirah.
Nadia smiled and walked home,her mind full of what she had just heard.
[Hope you people like this.I wrote this one quite some time ago and came across it while I was going through some old sheets I found.I am also very bad with titles, so please forgive me .Hehe]
Nadia was not a big fan of art or culture,but there was something about antique items that intrigued her.Every object in the shop had a story of its own and she always made it a point to ask the old shop owner who always seemed to sit behind the counter if the item had any story behind it.
She tucked the urn under her arm and lifted the trinkets she had selected earlier and took them to the counter.The old man was still behind the counter.He seemed to be reading a book in some foreign language with a lot of interest.
Nadia cleared her throat to catch his attention.She waited for a while,but just as she thought of doing it again,he slowly raised his bald head and took off his spectacles.
"Ah! so you found the urn,Nana!" he said,forgetting her name for the millionth time since they met.She had stopped correcting him a long time ago as she realised that she did not know his name either.She never bothered to ask him his name,but she was very curious today.
"So tell me about this urn.Where did you find it?" she said,too shy to ask him his name.He got up from his seat,switched on the heater and returned to his original position,saying "I actually found this in the attic of this old house I went to see.I think it was my friend's.This urn was handed down to him by his father who was an old British army man.The old fellow had told him that he had saved a million dollars for him and it was stacked somewhere in his house.What was his name? Oh yes! some Mr. White" he paused to cough and then continued."The son did not believe his father.After all,how could an army man earn so much? So,after the fathers death,the son went back to his fathers house where he found an old parchment saying "The key to the treasure is held in the urn,son."
"The son thought of it as a joke and went to the city carrying various artefacts he found in his house to start a little shop of his own." Nadia had now begun to put two and two together.She looked at the old man with a doubtful expression,but he did not notice it.
He continued "The son had no interest in the money either.He was fond of handwork and wanted to lead a simple life.Years later,he faced a financial crisis.To deal with that,he sold off the house that had been his family's abode for generations."
He coughed again."After a few months,he received a letter from the new owner of the house along with a large parcel which contained a trunk.It said that they found the trunk when they broke one of the walls in the house.The son knew that it had some relation with the urn and the money,so he sold the urn to me." the old man concluded.
"But,you said that you found it in your friends house." Nadia said."What? no! I said that he sold it to me! Now out you go,I have to go to the church!" He said,slowly pushing her out of the shop.
"Wait! Tell me your name at least." Nadia said."What? Oh! it's David White.now out you go!" he said,closing the door on her face.The urn was still inside the shop.She saw him slowly pick up the urn and place it in an old almirah.
Nadia smiled and walked home,her mind full of what she had just heard.
[Hope you people like this.I wrote this one quite some time ago and came across it while I was going through some old sheets I found.I am also very bad with titles, so please forgive me .Hehe]
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