
The Lost Camel
By t.praburaj

15 Mar, 2024

Tenali Raman was strolling along a forest path, lost in thought, when he was abruptly halted by a merchant. The stranger seemed anxious, his eyes frantically searching the area around them.

“I’m looking for my camel which has strayed away. Did you see it passing by?” asked the merchant. Raman, ever the observer, thought for a moment before responding.

“Had the camel hurt its leg?” asked Raman, his gaze never leaving the merchant. The merchant seemed taken aback by the question but nodded affirmatively.

“Oh yes! That means you have seen my camel!” exclaimed the merchant, his eyes lighting up with hope. Raman simply shook his head and pointed at the ground.

“Only its footprints. See, you can see footprints of an animal with three legs,” said Raman, indicating the marks on the earth. “It was dragging the other leg because it was hurt in that leg.”

“Was it blind in one eye?” Raman asked the merchant, who quickly confirmed this with an eager nod. “And was it loaded with wheat on one side and sugar on the other side?” Raman continued.

“Yes, you are right,” said the merchant, growing more excited. “So you have seen my camel!” Raman, however, looked upset at the misunderstanding.

“Did I say I saw your camel?” Raman asked, his voice carrying a hint of exasperation. “I saw no camel,” he added, much to the merchant's dismay.

“You have given the exact description of my camel,” countered the merchant, unable to hide his confusion. Raman simply pointed at the plants lining the path.

“Do you see those plants lined up on both sides of this path? Some animal has eaten leaves of plants on the left, but the plants on the other side remain untouched. So the animal could see with only one eye."

“Look down. You can see ants lined up on this side which means, the animal was loaded with sugar bag on this side. The bag had a hole, which allowed the sugar to fall off.”

“You can see grains of wheat fallen on the other side. The bag on this side also must have holes in it,” said Raman, making his observations crystal clear.

“I can see everything you showed me,” protested the merchant,”but I still don’t see my camel.” Raman simply smiled at the merchant's baffled expression.

“You follow this trail and soon you will catch up with your animal. After all, it is hurt in one leg and you seem to be hale and hearty,” advised Raman. The merchant seemed hesitant but decided to trust Raman.

The merchant, taking Raman's advice, followed the trail left by the camel. He walked slowly, observing the signs pointed out by Raman, his heart pounding with anticipation.

As he moved deeper into the forest, the footprints and other signs became more obvious. He could see the disturbed foliage, the grains of wheat, and the trail of ants feasting on the fallen sugar.

Soon, he saw a silhouette limping along in the distance. As he neared, he could make out the figure of his lost camel. Tears welled up in his eyes as he rushed towards the poor animal.

The camel seemed to recognize its master and let out a soft, relieved grunt. The merchant, overjoyed, hugged the camel, tears streaming down his face.

Back on the path, Raman had watched the whole scene unfold from a distance. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he saw the merchant and camel reunite.

The merchant, filled with gratitude, returned to Raman, thanking him profusely for his help. Raman simply nodded, saying that anyone who observed closely could see the signs.

With that, the merchant and his camel departed, leaving Raman alone on the path. He resumed his walk, his mind already wandering to the next adventure that awaited him.

Once again, Tenali Raman's sharp observation and quick wit had saved the day. His name would be remembered in the tales of the merchant, as the man who found a lost camel without ever seeing it.