Several times in the past few years, I have wondered whether we have magical and fantastical beasts amongst us. For instance, are there beasts that hide things from right under our noses just as we start to look for them?
Or wrack spurts like Luna Lovegood says, things that get between your ears and make your brain go fuzzy?
Wrackspurts are invisible creatures that fly in through your ears and cause momentary confusion. As Luna Lovegood seems to be the only character who believes in their existence, we can guess that they spring from the fertile imagination of Xeno Lovegood.
You see for the past few days, every time I was not writing, my mind buzzed with possibilities surrounding mokeskin backpacks, and clever anecdotes involving car keys. Witty writing that I chuckled at myself while I was cutting the carrots, or cleaning the carpet. Yet, for the past couple of days, every time I sat to write a post, not one of these things came to mind. No mokes, no car keys, no fuzz. Nothing.
Finally, in a moment of rare prescience, the next time the mind buzzed, I sent a note to myself : Remember! Car keys & mokeskin purse (which autocorrected itself to moleskin purse, and I found myself meandering to moles and badger and spring filled morning by the river) Honestly, how any writers get anything done at all is beyond my comprehension.
Anyway, where was I? Yes : fantastical beasts that hide things from right under our noses just as we start to look for them. Yes.
The most recent instance happened a few days ago, when I walked around the house looking for something. I kid you not when I say that I tripped over the thing every few days. Sometimes, several times a day. Then, one night, when we really needed it, the husband and I looked everywhere: the garage, closets, medical cabinets, drawers, and found nothing. Not even a whiff. It had simply vanished. So, we had to resort to a near midnight run to the medical store instead. But I guarantee you that next week we shall find the blasted thing everywhere again.
Now, if a magi-zoologist told me that it is the work of the Raravis (biological name: Latebras Vertabrion), I might humor them. I mean, could there be bird that flies in and out with a surreal ability to foresee the future in the short term with a quirky sense of humor? I might even laugh with the bird, and pray for its mercy sometimes. (I just totally made up that being just now – so if there is a being like that in the fantasy world, I’d love to read about it. Please let me know.)
Here is another raravis-style-adventure: this time involving our car keys.
The son & I also recently listened to Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander, narrated by Eddie Redmayne. Some creatures made an impression – we chuckled at a few, wondered at a few others, and loved them all. Who cannot smile at least a little while thinking of Mooncalves – the beautiful beings that J K Rowling claims like making crop circles?Or the moke. I am wondering now whether I put away the carkeys in a mokeskin purse (a purse that allows only its owner to retrieve its contents unless we have a mischievous moke that likes to take its owners on a dance. )
For it went missing so effectively, we had to order another one.
We made do with one key, master procrastinators that we are, till things almost came to a head a few times. Of course, several months later, life went on, and we had still not ordered the spare keys yet. (If anyone is looking for lessons on procrastination, they will be offered next month. )
Anyway, chastising ourselves on this terrible nuisance of having one car key, we finally ordered another one and made an appointment to pick it up. We paid, we waited. Believe it or not, a few days before the spare key was to come, the husband pulled out a backpack we’d used for hiking in the mountains several months ago, and there: hidden inside an inner pocket, not visible to the naked eye, and only discernible by prodding the bag, was the key.
In any case, we now have a truly lovely story for the Tamil saying:
வெச்சா குண்டுமி சரச்சா மொட்டை
Meaning: either a mop full of hair in a ponytail, or a bald head 🙄
P.S: This post just gave me a marvelous idea for a children’s book, and a desire to read the following books again:
- Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them – by J K Rowling
- Book of Imaginary Beings – by Jorge Luis Borges
Nourish-n-Cherish 