”Paradise in the heart of desert”- A Short Story

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Rajasthan’s desert was alive and breathing. The golden sands looked to go on forever, undulating in a single pattern resembling a sparkling sea. Here, life and nature were engaged in a never-ending dance of survival. Two tribes coexisted here, interwoven with the desert like a tenacious cactus that had taken root in this breathtaking but harsh environment.


Anaya, a Rajput, was highly respected because of its value. Her skin had turned a warm brown from the sun, and her eyes were as deep and mysterious as a night in the desert. Her life had been as erratic as everyone else’s, much like the wind that sweeps over dunes. She always carried a quiver and was a skilled hunter.

Kabir was a member of the Bishnoi tribe, who were renowned for their reverence for all living things. Within his spirit was the softness and warmth of the early silence in the desert. He was born with a natural gift for healing having an innate understanding of the desert’s flora and fauna. His hands weathered by sand yet gentle, could cure ailments in both humans and animals.


They ran into each other during a sandstorm. Kabir and his friends found shelter from the wind behind some rocks, and so did the new arrivals.


 The wind blew away a curtain of sand, and two people locked eyes through the howling storm.


It had been one of those moments when there had been a spark between them—a peaceful moment.


Desert-weathered eyes held a wordless understanding. Anaya’s warrior spirit found comfort from Kabir as he guided her into the shadows of her hometown. For strength and self-reliance, he turned to her.
Days soon followed weeks as these two tribes travelled together and dealt with the situation. They talked about dreams, laughed aloud, and swapped stories over the fire at night. Kabir was inspired by Anaya’s zest for life, which sparked an adventurous spirit in him. Kabir also provided tranquil comfort to Anaya’s restless spirit through his wisdom and compassion.

The two of them grew closer as they ventured more into the desert. They also discovered that they had other things in common, like the allure of a starry night, the glitz of the hunt, and the knowledge of how to be respectful and silent when travelling over land. And amid all that desolation, there was their world and the places where they found sanctuary and where their love blossomed more subtly than the desert flower.

Golden and sparkling like an unforgiving sun, the desert stretched on forever. Anya and Kabir’s narrative unfolded in the lap of nature throughout this stretch of hardness and desolation. A young couple whose love was as deep and pure as the oasis those mirages promised but never materialized.

As days and weeks went by, the plan to show off the untamed beauty of the desert became real. The first excitement gave way to a grasp of what had happened. They had even less food than water. Their camel cart, their last chance in this barren place, broke down on the rough ground.

One morning, luck sent them into a sandstorm. Kabir ended up alone when the storm passed. Anya disappeared, swept away by the desert’s spinning fury. His heart felt cold with hopelessness. He looked around, his voice echoing in the quiet, a useless cry to an uncaring sky. He couldn’t see her anywhere.

Days turned into weeks.


Kabir’s only food was the fruit from cacti and the occasional food found in the desert. He looked around, his voice lost in the silence, an ineffectual wail to an unsympathetic heaven. There was no evidence of her.

Weeks stretched into days. Fruit from cacti and the occasional food found in the desert were Kabir’s only sources of food. Although the hard environment had taken a toll on his body, his spirit was more wounded from within, where he had sealed Anya’s memories like a precious artefact that would never fade.

One evening, Kabir happened across an extremely strange sight as the sun started to set and created lengthy shadows across the dunes. A cluster of green sprouts rebelled against the sterility of the desert in the centre of a little dip. He moved closer, intrigued. 

A cluster of green sprouts resisted the inertia of the desert, growing in the centre of a little dip. He moved closer, intrigued. In the middle of the verdant haven, there stood a person nestled under an improvised palm frond dome.

As he approached, his heartbeat accelerated. Anya. She was thin, with a deep bronze tan, yet she was still alive. When her eyes finally met his, they revealed a combination of great power and incredulity.

“Kabir,” she said, her voice almost audible.

He took a nap close to her and cried. Then for a minute, the immensity of the desert appeared to shrink and zoom in all their world into one little, frail oasis.

They told tales of their struggles using language that was so full of unadulterated emotion that only he embraced her, knelt beside her, and started crying. Then, for a split second, the immensity of the desert appeared to shrink and zoom in on this little, precarious oasis.

Words full of raw passion that the desert could only intensify, they told stories of their experiences. Anya survived on the meagre food the desert would provide and the tenacity of the human spirit.

Days later, their bodies gradually acclimated to the hostile surroundings and they recovered. They picked up skills in reading the desert, identifying food plants, and finding water in seemingly impossible places.

The heat of struggle tempered their love, making it deeper and more meaningful. They took solace from the suffering in each other’s company, and day by day, at dawn and dusk, they grew closer.

“We have found our paradise, haven’t we?” Kabir said to Anya as they sat next to a little, glittering pool one day. The place where love may blossom even in the most hostile circumstances.”
With a smile, Anya showed off her newly acquired wisdom. She extended her hand to grasp his, saying, “Yes, Kabir.” “Here, in the middle of the desert, we’ve discovered paradise.”💓


Their narrative is a monument to the indomitable human spirit. And they lived on—two spirits, intertwined.

Their refuge was the desert, which had formerly been their enemy. They were conquering instead of just existing because they had found love and life where none should have existed.💑

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