Cooper, a bijou fish of Kafuebream family who likes to spend most of the time with his family. Two months ago he had celebrated his second birthday along with Catla – Catla, Rohu, Actinopterygii, Cichlidae and Ephydatia fluviatilis, a river sponge but it turned out to be Woebegon. Cooper and Spongy were best buddies although they had no similarities. Cooper and her beau svelte sister Kaira felt bad for spongy cause he cannot move from his habitat.
It was a monotonous day, the warm sun rays started falling on the chilled water after the long winter night.
The Salmon coloured lotus bud started to open its spectacular petals inviting colourful butterflies and insects to kiss them and initiate the process of pollination.
Cooper, “Mom, please don’t squawk. Let me sleep for another five minutes. Sun uncle has spread the blanket of warmness in the chilled water. I wanna to sleep more.” Mom, “My dear Cooper, you are already late in comparison to your daily schedule. Get up soon child. It’s your birthday that you had been waiting long.
Kaira, “Imprudent! Let’s go to spongy and play in the bed of flowers.”
After a few minutes, both of them went to spongy. He was very excited to see his birthday buddy visiting him.
Spongy felt very bad considering himself paralysed and being not able to go Cooper’s home and greet him.
They had a great time altogether.
Kaira, “Guys, Let’s have some cappuchino.”
She quickly went to the bed of flowers which had Broadleaf arrowhead, Water Thorn, Water Lilies, Lotus and Water Poppy.
All of them preferred to Water Poppy Cappuchino and with a satisfactory smile had a hot sip.
Before going to start his birthday party he waited for his father who had gone to another river a month ago for collecting different food materials such as bloodworms, Krill, Shrim, Zooplankton and few phytoplanktons for the celebration night.
Cooper, “Mom, when dad will be back? I think he forgets the occasion.”
Mom, “Tiny, he will be reaching now. Must be on the way with a lot of gifts for his affectionate Cooper.
Suddenly, the sky turned black with monster-like huge clouds in the winter. The fragrance of petrichor travel in the air.
All of them were appalled by the sudden news of the departure of Cooper’s dad.
His mother, Kaira and spongy all were wet with million drops of tear which combined with the raindrop and disappear in the water hiding their sorrow.
Cooper, “Mom don’t inform granny about this. She is too old to resist the news of her son’s death.”
The next day they found a small Eicchornia crassipes, a hydrophyte is growing.
The feather of silence continued up to many days.
Enquiry went on to find the cause of Cooper ’s dads’ death.
Cooper never went to the school of swimming and self-protection for learning escaping techniques from fishing traps.
This tiny one used to spend his time with his granny, listening to the tale of their ancestors, “The beautiful mermaid.”
One day Catla – Catla and fatty Rohu came with their investigatory answers of Cooper’s father’s death.
Rohu, “Mrs. Kafuebream, your husband died because of an increase in the level of pollution in water.”
Mrs. Kafuebream with a crying voice, “How can it be possible in a duration of one month ?”Catla – Catla – It’s because of the spectrum of chemical pathogens leading to Eutrophication.
Rohu – The river was situated near an agriculture field which releases harmful chemical substances such as nitrogen, phosphorous and also from industrial sites carries sodium, iron, manganese which clogs the gills of pisces.
Catla – Catla – Also the release of plastic substances, different waste materials and detergents by a human being who used to come there.
Days passed, they observed the spreading of hydrophyte near their home.
While Cooper was going to play with spongy, he called Kaira to accompany him, but she didn’t respond. He called her again and again but her eyes were opened and no movement of fins. Cooper then went near his granny fondling his fins over her wrinkled gills, but she too didn’t respond.
Cooper, “Mom, Granny, and Kaira are not speaking. I called them so many times.”
When his mother checked both their gills, she found no continuation of the respiration process.
Mother, “Cooper, your Granny and Kaira are no more dear. They both had left us cause God called them to heavenly paradise.”
Shedding his tears, Cooper said, “Mo Mo Mom but wh-why?
Mother, “Mrs. Oreochromis, your granny died, due to Eicchornia crassipes because of Oxygen deficiency.”
Yelling, he asked, “Why Kaira left? Who will play with me and spongy ?”
Mother, “My dear child don’t lament. Kaira left us because of algal bloom. The death of Algal bloom accompanied with the decomposition of dead algae, using more Oxygen creating fish die off, especially of your juvenile sister.
Cooper, “Mom, we aren’t shielded anywhere.”
Mom, “Absolutely my child, I have decided we should migrate now to a new river. Go and say pip-pop to your spongy.
Hiding his emotions, he went near spongy and revealed everything.
With depths of despair, spongy said, “This friendship between a paralyzed and motile which hasn’t been tied since birth, only created by us is indelible.
Cooper, “Yeah, it’s Catchy! Hope we may foregather in the next birth or may be on doomsday.
After having the endmost hug, both of them said Sayonara to each other.
Days passed like the scenes of a movie. Arrived the Christmas Eve. That day Cooper was sleeping on the lap of his mother. There were joy and enlightenment everywhere in the name of Jesus. Near the river bank, a family arrived for their outing. Unfortunately, they put the fishing hook and caught her mom. He got detached from her lap and became aware that he is going to lose her. In front of him, his mother’s fin and gills were cut. She was crying for help. Screaming loudly but finding none to help her.
Cooper finally lost all his nearer and dearer ones. It is unworthy to accuse human beings of this as they had n’t even let the Godfather Jesus live peacefully.
For someone, the day may consist of a series of events for celebration, but for others, it may be an occasion of the funeral. This is the life which gives no guarantee of the next few seconds.
Am a small child, an Orphan whose voice can’t travel through the water medium and never reach you, but I know my soul will radiate the pathetic feelings and despair essence of my tale. Realize the human being not to mutilate the panorama of nature. Hear the voice of an autophile.