Joy and Her Stone
Story | Made Hery Santosa
In a common room of this cozy house, there are some stones which are arranged in such a way, small and big, to a certain height. They happen to be stones taken from the beach. They look white and clean. These stones are not flat, they are somehow round; pointed edge. Therefore, the way to arrange them is by positioning each of them in such a way to each other to make them balanced. Not an easy job, for sure. They surely look nice and its presence adds some artistic elements to this room. Joy has a stone, too. It was taken from a small river near her grandparents’ house in Negara, Bali, Indonesia. After looking at the picture of the stones in the common room, she was puzzled. “Why is the stone I have black, Papa?” She asked her father. “Oh, I guess it’s not like those beach’s stones, my dear. The stone you have is typical,” her father tried to explain. “What is it?” she asked, full of curiosity. “It’s from a small river in grandparents’ village, do you remember that?” Her father tries to begin detailing. “We had to walk in the coffee and clove plantations with some coconuts, mangoes, and pineapples in the surroundings.” Joy’s father tried to remind her. “Oh yes, it was also a quite steep path to the river” she made a remark. “Yes,” her father nodded.