She did not know what she should do. She had found this chain at the beach. She was standing there letting the waves wash her feet, draining away all her tensions when it tangled in her feet. At first she thought it was just an illusion but then she checked it was a medallion on a chain-the kind of medallion she had seen in the museum. She wanted to throw it back but something in the medallion stopped her from doing so. She felt like it was asking her to wear it. Reluctantly she wore it. It felt queer on her breast- a bit warm, a bit tingling.
Suddenly a noise reverberated in her mind. It was like a door to thousands conversation was opened. She could hear the voices around her. If she focused, she could understand what her neighbor was saying. She was staying in South India for past three months. She still did not understand the language spoken here. All the words had been gibberish to her. That was the reason she was standing here alone. She had been unable to make any friends. But now she could understand what another person was saying. She knew it was Malyalam , but she could hear the words rolling in her mind- raising images for them. She could understand what they were saying. She was afraid of what was happening to her. She moved away from sea towards the road. She wanted the auto to take her to the guest house. She tried to speak in English but the Malayalam words appeared on her tongue. She was confused and amazed- on how could this happen. These languages were not hers-they were alien.
She went to hostel and thought that the sleep would cure this strange affliction of her. There was no need to panic. Without speaking a word to anyone, she went off to her room. But in the silence of room, the noise in her ears materialized into voices. She could hear conversation of terrorist in some far off place. She could hear a social worker trying to help somewhere far off. She concentrated on her Mom and Dad. She was awed-she could hear them talking about the riots in the city as if she was in the room. She realized what was happening. If she concentrated on a person, she could hear what the person was speaking as if she was standing with that person. She tried to speak in German and discovered that she did not have any problems in speaking in any language. She could understand and speak any language.
She tried to concentrate again on the Prime Minister of her country, her Mom-dad, her friends one by one. She could hear and understand everything. The medallion on her breast was glowing with strange light. She tried again and a flare rose from the medallion . Now she understood it was a miracle of the medallion. This medallion was magic somehow. It could help many people. She should give it to the authorities. It would help them trace back the criminals, find the missing people, bring the peace.The possibilities were endless.
But what if it got into the hands of the corrupt politicians and offcials? What if they tried to sell it? It could be a disaster in wrong hands. How could she trust someone with this power? How could she even trust herself with this power? She took the medallion and went to window. She wanted to keep it, but she was not responsible enough for it. She reluctantly threw it out of the window and heaved a big sigh of relief. Her mind was free from all kind of sounds now and there was silence-blessed silence.
P.S.-This is a very basic draft.Just wanted to flesh out the idea on paper. There may be many discrepancies. Feedback is most welcome.
that was brilliant. I want to hear more. what an exciting idea. How could she just toss that out the window? wouldn’t she be afraid that someone less honest than herself would find it?
I liked your idea, a lot!
Michal
Actually this was not my idea…I ws given dis idea by one of my friend..Consider this is as a prologue to a big story. I will try to write it at some later stage
I think you have a solid frame to develop an intriguing story on.
As I said above the credit of the frame goes to my friend…I can just take the credit for writing.