Innocence: Spring

A Story by Abishai100

A world trek/education view of Romanticism and post-war image for wrought bounce-for-drumsticks.

A world cultures immersion tale.

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views).

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I went back to India. Jaded by war, my participation as a Bostonian Asian-American citizen in the post-9/11 Afghan-campaign for the United States, I decided as a vet to become a schoolteacher and went back to my family-home area of Calcutta (India) where I immigrated from as a young-boy to pursue an Ivy-education in New England (damn). This would be a reflection of the cleats of my Selfie-age of life-linked superstitions commentary for value/media, I hoped.

I became a linguistics schoolteacher and taught courses in the development trees of Sanskrit (Asian languages) and relations to Western/Latin/Germanic linguistic-tress for a robust view of globalism 'thinking' for 'fashion's in class (sure).

PUPIL: Wow, Sanskrit is like many languages of our India, teacher?

ME: Surely is, girl; think Bengali, relations to Punjabi (or even English somehow!).

PUPIL: You should think of some cool toys for Planet Earth bugs/bees.

ME: That's some bright idea, little-lady (thanx!).

My Calcutta Catholic school pupil, a little girl (Esha) gave me a beautiful idea for expanded arms into world-society for post-war Romanticism bound (yeah). I decided to start a sideshow activity/hobby'/venture selling imported Insecticon (Transformers) toys, miniature robot-warriors of furious design that transformed mechanically into prowling laser insects...a good toylands 'museum' for cyber-marketing of Earthling 'wings' of languages (hmmm).

That's how I met Sema. She was a fashion-designer and Bengali-Asian (Indian!) saleswoman and came-across my ingenious worldly sales of imported Insecticon robot toys in Calcutta, some to parents of my pupils who wanted special worldly 'intuition' Xmas-gifts for their darling babes (kids!). Sema fell in love with me, or maybe she was fascinated by my genius only (or both!). After all, these bug-robots were truly a 'leviathan' cleat.

SEMA: I got us/you Bandit Queen (Netflix), darling.

ME: Damn...provocateur-eyes for worldly inventions in streets-helmets (politics).

SEMA: That's what you need, my vet-darling...languages for insects-leaves.

ME: Cool korma (fine).

As Valentine's Day approached in Calcutta, I decided to treat Sema, my darling, to a kitchen-invented rendition of that zesty dish I grew up loving at a campus Indian restaurant in New England (Dartmouth), Navratan-Korma (veggie-dish with pilaf) and knew then that I'd transcended the raw Hell of post-9/11 era Earth-war/invasion/hideousness (for the Ego).