9265xx Do Pumpkins have second life? 20200810
They told me that I am a little pumpkin and will be an old pumpkin when I grow old. What I should do is keep myself healthy. As health is most important and it is the only aim in life. I believed them. I worked so hard to keep myself healthy and I was never aware that I simply cannot grow old. As soon as I was a little bigger, someone came to cut me from my root . However, I was not dead or else I could not tell the story.
For us pumpkins, dying is a longer process. It is like the flowers. If you cut a flower and put her in a vase, for an unknown period of time she is still alive. It seemed that she was healthy and happy always. Though I do not know whether she is truly happy or not. And no one knows exactly when did she die, it is a little sad, though. There must be a split second when her soul leaves her body, but no one had seen that. People cannot know the difference of a corpse and a living beauty. How strange. When the girl kissed the rose her boyfriend gave her, she did not know she was kissing a dead flower. It happened all the time.
And now it was same with me. When the man used a heavy chopper to cut me open, I did not think I was dying. Because I could see his eyes. He was so concentrated without cutting his own fingers, I somewhat admired his skill. He used a big spoon to scratch away my seeds, oh I have never seen them. I have never known I was a mother of seeds. How nice to have so many. And I saw the man turned away to find a bowl to collect my seeds. He opened a cupboard and I saw stacks of bowls inside. I was happy to see all these happen. How come I had never seen such things. I have never been told that there were seeds in my belly. Where would my seeds be gone? I was happy and excited that I failed to notice one thing：
How could I see the inside of his cupboard when I was on his table? And how could I see the neatly stacked bowls and plates? All of them were snow-white porcelains. I was supposed lying motionless waiting, but now, I was high up in the air. I can see very clearly everything in this room.
And I was so proud of my seeds, they were in a large white bowl, hundreds of them, giggling and squeezing each other. Some would like dancing and I spotted one or two of them did jump and was spilled on the kitchen table. Oh, what a scenery and how come I had never observed such things happened before?
I was a little curious and found that I was actually flying around the man's head, I was looking at the scene from a higher angle. Can pumpkins fly? It had never happened before and it terrified me. I must be dead already.
Am I dead? It was not believable as I felt no pain. And I did not feel unhappy. I felt free as I could fly to any where I would like to. And It was wonderful to see my children. I had never seen them before, nor did I know their existence. Sure, I will not like dying if I knew I have had so many children. But now it's a bit strange. I was dead already and I had found my children after dead.
I flew a little lower to see them. It seemed they did feel their mother was here, as now they were all sleeping sweetly, they must be dreaming about me. If I am not dead, I will never know about all this. It was my privilege to know that I have left some links behind me. And I did not know the reason about this. Why should I need to have a link behind me? Do I really need them? Or it is only a kind of comfort for me that I am not going far? And may be one day I will return?
It was at this moment I found something unusual. The man was sitting in front of me motionless for quite a long time. I thought to myself, is he dead also?
When I flew nearer, I found he was not motionless, he was just staring at the pumpkin before him. It was me he was looking at. I saw his eyes were nearly burning by some kind of heat. What kind of eyes were that? It seemed illuminated from inside. I saw dark rays coming out. It must be a terrible moment if I was still alive to receive his hot scanning. I think no one would refuse him. What would happen If I looked back? I quickly quivered for a second. It would be electric. And I heard him murmuring a word:" Oh, what pity", and I was not sure he was saying pity or beauty. Though I was quite sure he was talking to the pumpkin. He must be saying: "Oh how beautiful ………"
And it was not funny at all. It seemed his scanning rays were dark, or actually a kind of transparent light I could not tell, but it was certainly coming from the black holes right behind his eyes. I was scared or curious or happy, however, I tried to fly nearer to see it. It must be another privilege of being dead. I would not be able to see such dark lights if I was still living.
I want to see the dark but transparent light. I had never seen such things when I was alive. Now I am dead and I can see them. What are they?
I flew very carefully down to see the light. I didn't want to touch them, but it was a funny feeling that I was eager to touch it. What was the use of the light for? I was too curious to stop thinking. The man was still scanning my body with the transparent dark light. The light was sweeping across my whole body. And I heard him: "How come the creator had created such beautiful things." And I was completely naked before the light. As my skin was peeled away by his sharp knife already. I could almost feel my own odor from the pumpkin body. He must have sensed the fragrance also.
As I was lost in my thoughts, sudden I felt a strong current was pulling me to the light. I was scared immediately and I tried hard to fly away from the light. I did not want to be captured by it.
I thought I must had been flying very fast, I didn't know the way and suddenly I found I was in another room. I slowed a bit and looked around. It must be his study as I saw many books, some on the shelves, some on the desk and some on the floor.
Wow, he must be very fond of reading. And it was very different from the kitchen. The kitchen was clean and bright, but here, the books were like rubbish everywhere and some of them blocked the views of the window. And now I did find some very clean thing in this room. It was a pile of white papers on the center of the desk, it seemed he must be working something on the papers. I stayed at the room for quite a time, I found this man might be a scientist or novelist. He had got lots of the science toys and I didn't know what they were.
As I tried to see more clearly about this room, I heard steps from outside. He was carrying a large bowl of soup coming in. Wow, it was pumpkins soup. And his eyes were still more or less the same with the dark light. And the light seemed not so strong when he was looking at the soup. He put the bowl on the desk. I didn't know whether I am sad. I thought he was going to eat me. And I felt a bit funny. Was that me? I was not sure. If he had eaten me, then what am I going to do? Am I still flying? Can I go back to the pumpkins field like before? What am I going to do and where would I like to go? I was still floating around, but I was not so happy as a moment ago. Maybe I could talk to him? I saw he was not eating, the soup stayed motionless on the desk. He was just thinking deeply.
Suddenly he raised his head and stared at me. Was he looking at me? I was not sure. He must be just staring at the air. I flew a little higher to avoid his dark light, and I hoped he was not aiming at me. I tried to stay behind him. He would not look back with his lights.
I saw he was shaking. May be he was deeply stirred. He had discovered something, it seemed. And I would soon be consumed by him.
I didn't know he was happy or excited.
Suddenly he shouted: "Mum, mum, will you come here?"
I stayed high up on the ceiling because I didn't know whether his mum had the same dark light to capture me.
An elegant old lady appeared at the door, "Did you call me?"
"Mum will you drink the pumpkin soup for me? I don't want to drink it."
"Oh, what a bowl of nice pumpkin soup！"
His mum took the soup away without asking. She must be a very wise woman."
I hesitated a while as I didn't know whether I should follow the soup with the woman. I heard him signed and started writing something on his papers.
"Do pumpkins have a second life?"
Suddenly he turn back, seemed he had noticed me at his back. However, I was not at his back, to avoid the woman, I was at the ceiling. I simply wanted to tell him, "Yes, we pumpkins do have a second life! " I was not sure he could hear me.
He felt a little excited. "Yes, every life must be continued. But how？"
He stood up and walk around the room, he was thinking.
And I was thinking too. How could he see me if I could not see myself? I didn't know my look. I need not a mirror as I could see nothing about myself. It was quite strange indeed. I could see him but not me. I could fly but I didn't see my wings either. Oh, what a wonderful feeling. I was almost sure he could not see me. I wanted to ask him, what did you find in the pumpkin soup?
"Oh, I thought pumpkins have a second life like us. "He seemed talking to me. I wanted to ask him why.
He said, "Every life has a fire to light up. The fire simply cannot be extinguished. They will light up other things if their bodies were dead. "
"That is an old story, what is your new discover?"
"Well, you can make your own fire stronger with the effort of your soul."
"What? Can I make my own fire stronger?"
"All fires of life in the planet will be growing and they will not be less but more. Because every one of us is working hard to add life into the fire, the next life will be stronger and the next fire will be brighter!"
"Wow, is it evolution?"
"You may say so. We are evolving and we shall be bigger and better."
"It is very stimulating thought. I agree with you."
It is exciting to talk like this. I was actually talking with him for quite a while. I had totally forgotten that I was a dead pumpkin, I was just like his friend and, I was sitting in front of him to talk. And suddenly I quivered to remember I was a pumpkin and I should not talk with him like this, I ought to hide myself.
But it is too late. He looked at me deeply, I saw his dark light again, I could not turn away. I became frozen and I could not move. It seemed he had found me and he just kept looking at me with his dark light. I was totally captured. I saw nothing but only the dark black holes in his eyes. I tried to flee but I could not. The black holes were just like huge magnet and I was being drawn into them. And I didn't know I was still able to talk with him in such a moment.
"Did you have taken my life into yours?"
"Yes, I love you. "
"What is love?"
"Well, it is simple."
"You must tell me what is love as you have taken my life into your life. "
"Oh, yes, love is one. If you are truly in love with someone, you will take her into your life. Love is one."
"Now you are one with a pumpkin, are you happy?"
"Sure I am extremely happy."
"What are we going to do？"
"Yes, we ought to finish the story. "
"What story?"
"Don't you forget our title? We had just finished the title:
"Do pumpkins have second life?"
"So what? I knew it already. "
"We are evolving, don't you remember?"
"Why is it important to know we are evolving?"
"Yes, it is the reason why we need to write it down. Our aim of life is more than "healthy" ".
I don't know why I was a bit not so enthusiastic, however, I promised him.
"Okay, let us start working."
And the story had been started and ended here.
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Writer: Leechard
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