18-10-2022, 02:01 PM
psychoknight
Frozen Flower-A Psychoknight submission
The chilling wind penetrated my heavy jacket to my skin and the feeling was as if you are pricked by thousands of needle made by ice. The blizzard started many hours before the predicted time, I needed to make it at least 10 KM s that day, but I could not see anything but white blindness all round me.
A lone trekker is a good thing, an amazing thing when you look at the peace of solitary wilderness surrounding you and you felt that how small you are when you compare yourself with the vast nature. But this is one of the moments when you desperately seek a traveling companion, a guide who will pull you out of the indomitable force of nature.
When I thought I was going to die in the bitter cold and the ever falling snow will decorate my grave, I saw a man made structure at a distance. The beacon of life, it was a ray of hope.
The distance was not far, but soft layer of snow made the job difficult for me. With all my power left in my soul, I dragged one foot before another just to reach it. The job became easier once I found solid ground beneath me. I was saved, the hard solid lair of rocky road was unmistakably demarked by black and white short column beside it, and it must be the road leading to my destination which I lost a few hours ago. A structure of some sort of temple beside the road saved my life and that was going to be my resting place for a while if I needed to survive the rest of the blizzard.
What caught my eyes as I came near to the structure was the striking contrast of colour in the monotonous white continuity of snow with the bright colour of various flowers. It must be some miracle, how come this snowy pick can hold such beautiful colours? How come they survived in this bitter chill?
My mental and physical condition was not suitable to enjoy the nature. I dragged myself into the shelter. The hissing sound of passing wind could not be able to reach me once I was inside. They increase their intensity just to remind me that they are waiting outside, I am their prey, and my death belonged to them.
I got rid of my ice goggles to look inside of my saviour. It was a small square shaped structure with no deity inside. Just in the middle of the room, a square piece of stone was covered with various fresh flowers. I traveled a lot, seen many places, but never saw an empty temple is worshiped regularly. I placed myself in a corner, careful enough not to step on anything inside. I thanked whatever god the stone symbolizes, and soon my tiredness took over and I fall asleep.
My trance got shattered with the sound of heavy footsteps. Two military men stepped inside and stopped for a moment. They looked towards me for a while, but said nothing. One of them placed fresh picked flower in the stone, probably they just picked the flowers from outside of the temple. They placed few, and took a bunch of the flowers from the ground which was already offered by some previous devotee. They glanced towards me for the second time and got out of the temple in a hurry. The heavy truck carrying them roared its engine and slowly rolled away towards distant Indo-Tibet border leaving patch of oil and smoke behind.
I picked up my equipment from the ground and stepped outside. The sky was perfect blue without a slightest hint of cloud anywhere. The sunlight reflected from white snow everywhere blinded me for a while. I took help of the goggles once again to look around me. What I thought as a completely deserted area but this small temple was not true. The clear weather increased my visibility and I could spot at least three localities in distance. The unmistakable reflection of metal roof in the village could be spotted from miles away. I could even gladly spot a small shop within few meters away from my resting place. I quickly rushed towards it with hope of some food and even something to keep me warm if I am lucky.
Frozen Flower-A Psychoknight submission
Frozen Flower
The chilling wind penetrated my heavy jacket to my skin and the feeling was as if you are pricked by thousands of needle made by ice. The blizzard started many hours before the predicted time, I needed to make it at least 10 KM s that day, but I could not see anything but white blindness all round me.
A lone trekker is a good thing, an amazing thing when you look at the peace of solitary wilderness surrounding you and you felt that how small you are when you compare yourself with the vast nature. But this is one of the moments when you desperately seek a traveling companion, a guide who will pull you out of the indomitable force of nature.
When I thought I was going to die in the bitter cold and the ever falling snow will decorate my grave, I saw a man made structure at a distance. The beacon of life, it was a ray of hope.
The distance was not far, but soft layer of snow made the job difficult for me. With all my power left in my soul, I dragged one foot before another just to reach it. The job became easier once I found solid ground beneath me. I was saved, the hard solid lair of rocky road was unmistakably demarked by black and white short column beside it, and it must be the road leading to my destination which I lost a few hours ago. A structure of some sort of temple beside the road saved my life and that was going to be my resting place for a while if I needed to survive the rest of the blizzard.
What caught my eyes as I came near to the structure was the striking contrast of colour in the monotonous white continuity of snow with the bright colour of various flowers. It must be some miracle, how come this snowy pick can hold such beautiful colours? How come they survived in this bitter chill?
My mental and physical condition was not suitable to enjoy the nature. I dragged myself into the shelter. The hissing sound of passing wind could not be able to reach me once I was inside. They increase their intensity just to remind me that they are waiting outside, I am their prey, and my death belonged to them.
I got rid of my ice goggles to look inside of my saviour. It was a small square shaped structure with no deity inside. Just in the middle of the room, a square piece of stone was covered with various fresh flowers. I traveled a lot, seen many places, but never saw an empty temple is worshiped regularly. I placed myself in a corner, careful enough not to step on anything inside. I thanked whatever god the stone symbolizes, and soon my tiredness took over and I fall asleep.
My trance got shattered with the sound of heavy footsteps. Two military men stepped inside and stopped for a moment. They looked towards me for a while, but said nothing. One of them placed fresh picked flower in the stone, probably they just picked the flowers from outside of the temple. They placed few, and took a bunch of the flowers from the ground which was already offered by some previous devotee. They glanced towards me for the second time and got out of the temple in a hurry. The heavy truck carrying them roared its engine and slowly rolled away towards distant Indo-Tibet border leaving patch of oil and smoke behind.
I picked up my equipment from the ground and stepped outside. The sky was perfect blue without a slightest hint of cloud anywhere. The sunlight reflected from white snow everywhere blinded me for a while. I took help of the goggles once again to look around me. What I thought as a completely deserted area but this small temple was not true. The clear weather increased my visibility and I could spot at least three localities in distance. The unmistakable reflection of metal roof in the village could be spotted from miles away. I could even gladly spot a small shop within few meters away from my resting place. I quickly rushed towards it with hope of some food and even something to keep me warm if I am lucky.
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