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2170 AD Martian Main Land

“Where are we going?”, she asks with eagerness.

“Don’t you trust me, Amma?”, he says with a streak of pain in his voice.

“Kanna”, she replies with dejection.

“Follow me. We will be late”, he commands.

Holding her wrinkled hand firmly, he leads her to the Dock for Human Teleportation. Post bio-metric checks, other customary scans and validations, they nestle in the teleportation capsule.

“Are we visiting Earth?”, she asks gleefully. He nodds.

As they take the seat, she tightens her grip on his hands. He strokes her hand gently and gives an assuring smile.

Within a few minutes, they reach the Dock for Human Teleportation, Mumbai. On arrival the humanoids start checking their vital stats and body scan reports. While it is her turn, some observations from the body scan makes the humanoid turn to him.

“Mister, she…”, the humanoid is about to speak when he interrupts.

“Please go through the medical reports and certificates attached with her UID. If not found, kindly check if your servers are synced with that of ours on Martian Main Land”, he states.

The humanoid turnes to the system and upon searching for few moments, he nods in confirmation. Without wasting much time, he issues them digital visas. The visas entitle them to roam around the Earth for six hours.

Coming out of the Dock, they take a tube to Marine Drive from where the sea front is a minute’s walk. Fresh gentle breeze greets them. The salty smell wafts with it. He witnesses the dance of emotions on her face as she goes from state of eagerness to the complete delight! The Sun is about to set.

“Oh, I so longed to witness the sunset. It’s as if two beloveds, the Sun and the sea are meeting at the horizon after a long wait. As if one is saying to another, ‘I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever’. Never thought my wish will come true!”

“Lines by Rabindranath?”, he checked with her. She, however is lost in soaking up the sight. Soon the Sun goes down and leaves the horizon with the last painting of the day.

Few minutes pass by in stoic silence. The lashing sound of the waves gives them company.  Taking a long breath, she fills her lungs with the fresh air.

“Lets go Kanna. My time is going to be over soon”, she says calmly.

“Was the last sentence really needed ?” he questions with agitation.

She laughs and to make the air lighter she points, “Haven’t we got the visa for only 6 hours?”

Wearing a broad smile, he catches hold of her hand and they are seen returning. She is content to have witnessed the setting Sun after a long while and much before breathing last. He is happy that he could read the wish of his dying mother and fulfill it too.

Though Martian by citizenship, he was born to the first generation of migrants from Earth to Mars! Emotional bond has not dried up on the barren Martian land of man made wonders for him yet…

The first generation of migrants always lives in the state of dilemma. Their hearts long to return to the roots, to their community. But the pull of growth and greener pastures makes them stay put in the adopted land. Will this perpetual phenomenon continue to haunt humans when they will migrate from Earth to other planets like Mars or Moon or any other habitable place in universe, I wonder!
Linking this post to #FridayReflections by Shalini and Corinne


Shilpa Gupte · March 10, 2018 at 9:33 am

Wow! You transported me to a period 50 years from now… It’s something I often wonder.. How will life change once humans start colonising other planets? Interstellar is a favorite movie so each time I read such sci-fi stuff, I get intrigued about life in the future!
How do you know all these details, Ana? All those words humanoids will use in the future? It feels like you took a trip to the future to do the research! 👍👍👍

    Anagha Yatin · March 10, 2018 at 10:57 am

    Time change but do basic emotions undergo transformation, was one of thoughts while penning this article. Thank you Shilpa for visiting. I am glad this tale struck a chord with you.

mahekg · March 10, 2018 at 12:23 pm

Love these stories. Reminded me how people who first migrated to West felt but later did not feel like coming back to the country.

    Anagha Yatin · March 10, 2018 at 12:48 pm

    Very true Manisha. At one point of time, even I had felt the same. Returning back to India was not thought of, though I used to enjoy visiting back once a year or once in two years. Thanks dear for visiting and resonating so well with the thought.

Gleefulblogger · March 10, 2018 at 4:41 pm

I am fan of your sci fi tales.. such a brilliant narration. Imagine how would the tube and sunset at marine drive would look. Awesome Anagha

    Anagha Yatin · March 10, 2018 at 5:02 pm

    How I wish, innovations happen earlier than we expect; so that we can enjoy teleportation and tubes very much in our current lives! Thanks Dipika for appreciating. Your words encourage me to core. Luv u for that.

Amina Khaleel · March 10, 2018 at 11:52 pm

wow.. beautiful post… very well written.. 🙂

    Anagha Yatin · March 13, 2018 at 9:58 am

    Thank you Amina for visiting and appreciation. Glad you liked it.

Roma · March 11, 2018 at 8:02 am

Woohoo, what was this Anagha, a masterstroke! Loved it, it is so meaningful and touching. I fear this day shouldn’t come in our lives dear.

    Anagha Yatin · March 13, 2018 at 10:03 am

    Migration and call of the roots is something I have experienced first hand. May be it got reflected in the story. Thanks Roma for visiting, appreciating and sharing your thoughts.

Alana Mautone (@RamblinGarden) · March 12, 2018 at 3:47 am

My grandparents emigrated from the United States from eastern Europe. They never returned. Would they have if it was a matter of a quick transport? How did they feel about never being able to return? This post stirred a lot of emotions.

    Anagha Yatin · March 13, 2018 at 10:06 am

    Sacrifices of the previous generations bears the sweetest fruits for the next one. I am sorry to have evoked the sad streak of emotions Alana. I feel, may be your grandparents got so adopted to the new place as if they were the natives of it and thus they never thought of returning back! Thanks for visiting and sharing your story.

Shalzmojo · March 12, 2018 at 8:11 am

I am convinced you have a teleportation device in your backyar Anagha; you travel ahead and get all the ideas for such fantastically penned tales! How well have you captured the dilemma and the wistful yearnings – kudos!

    Anagha Yatin · March 13, 2018 at 10:07 am

    Hahaha…and you know what Shalini, if I happen to get one such device, I will invite you to travel with me in it! Coz I will need a great company!!! Thanks for visiting.

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