Sowjanya V
Story of Adisila
Long long ago there lived an Indian girl by the name Adsila in the Navajo land. She had long beautiful shiny black hair. Adsila was kind and gentle. She taught the children to fish, fed the old and helped everyone in the little village in whatever way she could. She loved her village very much.
One year it rained for twenty one days, the huts were destroyed the crops were ruined. One by one slowly the villagers moved far away to other parts of the Navajo land looking for food and work. Adsila did not want to leave the land her forefathers lived in. She moved into a cave and hoped the villagers would someday come back.
Adisila would gaze at the stars night after night and wonder if there was someone out there in the world for her. She longed for a family of her own. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and months turned to years. Her hopes were slowly starting to fade away. The villagers did not come back nor did anyone come looking for her. Every day she died a little inside. She hardly left her cave anymore. She was lost in her own thoughts.
A young boy who Adisila had taught to fish had vague memories of her. He was now in his early twenties. He decided to go see what had happened to the village that his parents left behind years ago. He traveled for many many days on a horse back and finally reached his destination. He went to the cave looking for Adsila. Calling her name out loud, Adisila! Adisila!
His voice echoed though the walls of the cavee, when his voice stopped resonating there was nothing but dead silence. He kept going deeper and deeper in to the cave and finally In the middle of the cave, there stood Adisila, or rather what was left of her. Her hair flying back in the air, cold and still. Years and years of waiting her hopes and dreams fading away Adislia had turned into a rock.
Hope you like my story of the lady with flying hair.
Location: Lower Antelope Canyon
Story of Adisila
Long long ago there lived an Indian girl by the name Adsila in the Navajo land. She had long beautiful shiny black hair. Adsila was kind and gentle. She taught the children to fish, fed the old and helped everyone in the little village in whatever way she could. She loved her village very much.
One year it rained for twenty one days, the huts were destroyed the crops were ruined. One by one slowly the villagers moved far away to other parts of the Navajo land looking for food and work. Adsila did not want to leave the land her forefathers lived in. She moved into a cave and hoped the villagers would someday come back.
Adisila would gaze at the stars night after night and wonder if there was someone out there in the world for her. She longed for a family of her own. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and months turned to years. Her hopes were slowly starting to fade away. The villagers did not come back nor did anyone come looking for her. Every day she died a little inside. She hardly left her cave anymore. She was lost in her own thoughts.
A young boy who Adisila had taught to fish had vague memories of her. He was now in his early twenties. He decided to go see what had happened to the village that his parents left behind years ago. He traveled for many many days on a horse back and finally reached his destination. He went to the cave looking for Adsila. Calling her name out loud, Adisila! Adisila!
His voice echoed though the walls of the cavee, when his voice stopped resonating there was nothing but dead silence. He kept going deeper and deeper in to the cave and finally In the middle of the cave, there stood Adisila, or rather what was left of her. Her hair flying back in the air, cold and still. Years and years of waiting her hopes and dreams fading away Adislia had turned into a rock.
Hope you like my story of the lady with flying hair.
Location: Lower Antelope Canyon