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This story is written by - Norah Burke 


The crocodile, twice the size of the tall man, came out of the water. He rested in the shallow water among logs, with only his eyes out of the water and nose too, for breathing. He was blackish-brown above and yellow-white under. He lay motionless. He looked very strong and ferocious and we'll be fed. With a huge tail and a long mouth that had a fixed evil smile, he was really scary. Since the day he came into this world, he had lived on his own. He had not only survived but also prospered. His thick hide acted like strong armor. Even rifle bullets could not pierce it. He sunned himself on the blanks.


      The crocodile fed himself on the fish, mainly, but also, on deer and monkeys that come to drink water. Beside him glimmered a blue gem. It was

not really a gem but a piece of glass floating in the water. Since it was perforated in the center, it looked like a blue bead.


      In the village lived a little girl. She was a starving, shriveling child, dressed in rags. She was a twelve-year-old with ebony hair, large eyes, and brown skin. She never had any money to buy beads or bangles. She lived in the jungle, and once or twice she had visited the bazaar at the nearby small town. She had seen the sweet shops, milling crowds, and sacred bulls. She had particularly liked the cloth stall and enjoyed its smell. There she had seen satin clothes,

sewn with silver thread, mirror work sarees, and silk sarees. She had seen from a distance many colorful and beautiful things in the market and wondered at them.


       She had been working since the time

She could. She went with her mother and other women to get paper grass. They would work hard all day and sell it to the agent. Some women were wearing necklaces made of red seeds. She was making a new necklace, too.


 They passed by a Gujar encampment

These people lived in grass huts. They were nomadic. The women wore trousers, large silver rings on the ears. The men and boys had gone out with the herds or to the bazaar to sell their products. Sibia too lived in the jungle. She came to the river. The women were a noisy lot. They would cross the river by stepping on the stones. They made deliberate noises as that would scare the crocodile. All the women crossed safely and started slicing away at the grass.

 Sibia looked down over the river while
working. As a child, she had played in the small caves. Her mother called out to her and she reined in her imagination. Then at the end of the day, they started for home. Sibia wanted to find out whether the little clay cups, which she had left in the caves, had dried or not. The women, carrying loads, talked and shouted and crossed the river safely. There was silence.

      The sun had set. The water was almost invisible. The voices of the women are no longer audible. Sibia set her foot on the first stone. Halfway across, she put down her load to rest a little. A Gujar woman came down with two vessels to get water. The crocodile leaped on her and caught her by the leg. She screamed
with pain and fear, dropping both the pots that bounced into the water. Those were gone.

The woman fell on the stone and caught a log to save herself. She screamed; the crocodile pulled her with his two jaws on her leg. She held on to the log which was stuck between two boulders
Sibia jumped from boulder to boulder and was beside the woman in a flash. The water was turning red. The crocodile seemed to smile at the girl. He jumped in the air. She aimed a hayfork at the eyes. One went in.

The monster convulsed, crashed back, and disappeared, leaving the water bloody. Sibia supported the fainting woman and dragged her out from the water. She tried her best to stop the bleeding with sand and bound the wound with rags and helped her to reach home. The men took her somewhere for treatment. The girl returned to her own people. Her fork was lying in the water. As she lowered herself to pick it up, she saw the blue bead. It was not exactly blue now but white blue.

       She got it. It was in her palm. It was pierced in the middle. She was ecstatic. What a day it was for her! She met her mother on the way. As the mother expressed her worries concerning her safety, she exclaimed with joy that she had got a blue bead for her necklace.