13-10-2022, 12:44 PM
In search of peace.
pinuram
In search of peace.
The weather in these rugged snow clad mountainous region is very much unpredictable. The sun went down behind those snow peaked mountains on the western horizon long ago. The sky was clear in the evening but once the daylight faded, the weather started to change. Chill winds started to howl. Clouds gathered overhead, rumbling and jostling with each other. Shortly afterwards, blizzard started and the path was lost.
Partho shouted at Soumitra on top of his voice, “What the hell is this. Now we are totally lost in this deadly wilderness.”
Soumitra couldn’t hear anything as the winds howled around them. Devesh was ahead of the pack, trying to cut way through the blizzard, treading slowly in knee deep snow towards the perched rock that looked like a cave. Slowly and steadily all three friends reached the perched stone to take shelter for that night. On reaching the cave, they quickly lit the kerosene stove to keep themselves warm in that stormy wintery night. In meantime Partho prepared some food for all three. After having the food, they packed themselves in their sleeping bags to take rest and to plan as how to get to the nearest locality.
All these three friends were avid adventure lover. They went for adventure in remote highlands of northern high mountains. They were to return to the small hamlet named Ghuye by evening, but they were lost as the sudden blizzard caught them unaware.
Partho shouted at Soumitra, “How did you lost your bag and the compass?”
Soumitra answered, “As I picked the long tubular shaped bone like stone, my purse fell in that gorge.”
Partho asked, “What was so special about that stone?”
Soumitra answered, “I don’t know but the shape of that stone was very unique, very much special. As if it begged me to pick it up.”
Partho cursed him, “And now we are lost.”
All three laughed as the howling sounds of the wind grew stronger with each passing moment. All three friends joked and laughed about their adventure as how they started from Vanako, walking and trekking throughout snowy rugged tough wilderness of the mighty mountains and challenging it mighty heights.
Suddenly they heard a coughing sound nearby. All of them were taken aback. All three pairs of inquisitive eyes searched for the source of that sound but failed to see anything in that blizzard. As the coughing sound approached them, they saw frail figure of a young lady with a long stick in her hand standing at the entrance of the cave. In that glaring light of the stove, the eyes of the lady gleamed like fire. Her face was pale white and she was heavily clothed. The strange lady limped forward towards the stove with the help of the stick.
A chill shiver ran down the spine of all three friends as they looked at each other. They were unable to believe their eyes and unable to come to terms that a lonely young lady treading in the midst of turbulent blizzard.
Soumitra gathered some courage and queried, “Who are you?”
The lady silently kept the stick on the ground and slowly sat beside the fire. They then noticed that the right leg of the lady was missing. She then took out her pale skinny hands out of her rugged coat to savour the warmth of the fire. All three friends looked at her with batted breath. The fire was unable to keep them warm anymore.
Soumitra again asked the lady about herself. The cold gaze of the stranger pierced their soul as she gave a grieving look deep in their eyes. She coughed and shivered a little. Devesh offered his water bottle to the lady. The lady opened the cap and emptied the whole bottle down her throat. While gulping the water, they noticed dark cut stretch marks on the neck and upper bosom of the lady.
The lady wiped her face with the back of her hand and spoke at last, “What are you doing in this part of the country?” There was an uncanny shrill in her voice which rattled their bones to the core. The lady looked into those frightened eyes and answered, “Don’t be afraid, these mountains are my home. I lived in a small village across those mountains.” She paused a little as she was tired battling the storm. She took a deep breath looked at them and asked, “But tell me one thing, what are you all doing in this place in such stormy night?”
Devesh looked at others. He was skeptical about revealing their details, but he thought as what could happen in that stormy night and also when the stranger is a lady. He gathered up to answer, “Actually we are adventure lovers. We were trekking these highlands for fun and we got lost in this tough snow clad wilderness. Would you help us? Do you know where the nearest locality is?”
The lady cleared her throat, “I can show you the path.” She looked outside and said to them, “The storm will last for few more hours before settling down.”
Partho asked her, “What are you doing in these mountains in such stormy night?”
She gave a painful smile at them and said, “Searching for…” she was lost somewhere. She paused a little, “Do you want to hear a story while the storm subsides? After that I will show you the path to the nearest locality. Don’t worry about the darkness. You all will be safe.”
All three friends were eager to hear the story. By that time she felt like an angel. They knew that these mountains myths and tales are very interesting.
pinuram
In search of peace.
The weather in these rugged snow clad mountainous region is very much unpredictable. The sun went down behind those snow peaked mountains on the western horizon long ago. The sky was clear in the evening but once the daylight faded, the weather started to change. Chill winds started to howl. Clouds gathered overhead, rumbling and jostling with each other. Shortly afterwards, blizzard started and the path was lost.
Partho shouted at Soumitra on top of his voice, “What the hell is this. Now we are totally lost in this deadly wilderness.”
Soumitra couldn’t hear anything as the winds howled around them. Devesh was ahead of the pack, trying to cut way through the blizzard, treading slowly in knee deep snow towards the perched rock that looked like a cave. Slowly and steadily all three friends reached the perched stone to take shelter for that night. On reaching the cave, they quickly lit the kerosene stove to keep themselves warm in that stormy wintery night. In meantime Partho prepared some food for all three. After having the food, they packed themselves in their sleeping bags to take rest and to plan as how to get to the nearest locality.
All these three friends were avid adventure lover. They went for adventure in remote highlands of northern high mountains. They were to return to the small hamlet named Ghuye by evening, but they were lost as the sudden blizzard caught them unaware.
Partho shouted at Soumitra, “How did you lost your bag and the compass?”
Soumitra answered, “As I picked the long tubular shaped bone like stone, my purse fell in that gorge.”
Partho asked, “What was so special about that stone?”
Soumitra answered, “I don’t know but the shape of that stone was very unique, very much special. As if it begged me to pick it up.”
Partho cursed him, “And now we are lost.”
All three laughed as the howling sounds of the wind grew stronger with each passing moment. All three friends joked and laughed about their adventure as how they started from Vanako, walking and trekking throughout snowy rugged tough wilderness of the mighty mountains and challenging it mighty heights.
Suddenly they heard a coughing sound nearby. All of them were taken aback. All three pairs of inquisitive eyes searched for the source of that sound but failed to see anything in that blizzard. As the coughing sound approached them, they saw frail figure of a young lady with a long stick in her hand standing at the entrance of the cave. In that glaring light of the stove, the eyes of the lady gleamed like fire. Her face was pale white and she was heavily clothed. The strange lady limped forward towards the stove with the help of the stick.
A chill shiver ran down the spine of all three friends as they looked at each other. They were unable to believe their eyes and unable to come to terms that a lonely young lady treading in the midst of turbulent blizzard.
Soumitra gathered some courage and queried, “Who are you?”
The lady silently kept the stick on the ground and slowly sat beside the fire. They then noticed that the right leg of the lady was missing. She then took out her pale skinny hands out of her rugged coat to savour the warmth of the fire. All three friends looked at her with batted breath. The fire was unable to keep them warm anymore.
Soumitra again asked the lady about herself. The cold gaze of the stranger pierced their soul as she gave a grieving look deep in their eyes. She coughed and shivered a little. Devesh offered his water bottle to the lady. The lady opened the cap and emptied the whole bottle down her throat. While gulping the water, they noticed dark cut stretch marks on the neck and upper bosom of the lady.
The lady wiped her face with the back of her hand and spoke at last, “What are you doing in this part of the country?” There was an uncanny shrill in her voice which rattled their bones to the core. The lady looked into those frightened eyes and answered, “Don’t be afraid, these mountains are my home. I lived in a small village across those mountains.” She paused a little as she was tired battling the storm. She took a deep breath looked at them and asked, “But tell me one thing, what are you all doing in this place in such stormy night?”
Devesh looked at others. He was skeptical about revealing their details, but he thought as what could happen in that stormy night and also when the stranger is a lady. He gathered up to answer, “Actually we are adventure lovers. We were trekking these highlands for fun and we got lost in this tough snow clad wilderness. Would you help us? Do you know where the nearest locality is?”
The lady cleared her throat, “I can show you the path.” She looked outside and said to them, “The storm will last for few more hours before settling down.”
Partho asked her, “What are you doing in these mountains in such stormy night?”
She gave a painful smile at them and said, “Searching for…” she was lost somewhere. She paused a little, “Do you want to hear a story while the storm subsides? After that I will show you the path to the nearest locality. Don’t worry about the darkness. You all will be safe.”
All three friends were eager to hear the story. By that time she felt like an angel. They knew that these mountains myths and tales are very interesting.
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