18-10-2022, 03:27 PM
The aged shop owner was surprised to see a civilian at first, and then he greeted me with a cordial smile. I sat near the burning oven and ordered for a salt tea.
Once my stomach is full with the noodles and tea, I faced the old man for a chat.
For last few hours I was very curious about the temple. And I asked about it straight away.
“It is the temple of frozen flower” the old man replied.
Dear readers, I have traveled many parts across the globe, had seen many places, was accustomed with many cultures and religions, but never heard of anything like this before. The temple of Frozen Flower!!!! My curiosity reached at its peak and I pursued the experienced shop owner to tell me everything about the temple and its history, all of it. The old man told me the story I will never forget in my life. I am giving here the exact version of the same without giving any linguistic addition or alteration, as nothing can be more exciting than the real life itself.
" Kali and Kamal were made for each other. The sweetest soft beautiful girl was named after the small spring Kali Jhora, which circles around the small village, Kali was like the small unknown flowers that filled their small village with joy and happiness, always jumping, smiling, full of life.
Kamal Bahadur Thapa was like the mountain that protects the village from the icy wind from north. He was strong, well-built and ready to face any danger with a smile on his face. Even when he faced a pack of wolves alone with only a khukuri in his hand, everybody can swear that even then he was smiling.
The small village was their world and Kali and Kamal was its favourite child. The whole village grew up with them; the whole village danced with them, when they fall in love with each other, the whole village was present to celebrate the evening when they were engaged with a promise of even brighter future together.
It was a memorable day for them when Kamal was selected to represent the Gorkha regiment in the Royal British Army during the 2nd world war. They were worried too, and they should be as nobody among them ever stepped outside this small village to see the world, and their favourite son was going to war!!
Kamal stood tall like the mountain itself to console the entire village. He pulled out his khukuri from his belt, held it high and told;
“Don’t you worry my dear elders; there is nobody strong enough in the entire Japanese force that can stand in front of my valour. You raised me strong enough to survive the onslaught of the entire Japanese force along with their German brothers. I promise you that, I will return victorious before the water in Kali Jhora turns to ice.”
Strong words from a strong man, but his voice became soft as he mentions the name of Kali, even if it was meant with some other purpose.
Kali was proud of her love; Kali could see Kamal as larger than life itself in front of her eyes. She knew nothing about the Japan or German or even British, but all she could understand that her knight in the shining armour was going to war, and he will return victorious. She could imagine that how a king is going to be rewarded for his courage and matchless valour in the field of war. Kali could visualize the pack of enemy army is running from the battlefield, scared like that pack of wolf. Soaked in the blood of enemy and sweat, Kamal alone stood victorious in a smiling face.
Kamal left with the life force of the entire village through the windy makeshift road that the army prepared to reach the border area, Kali could not sleep that night, and countless nights after that. With every footstep, every passing sound of military truck, Kali rushed out of her room with the fresh picked flowers in her hand. The flowers she picked up with her own hand every morning, with the expectation that Kamal will return from his battlefield to accept it from her hand. She picked them every morning, and cast them every evening in the stream of Kali Jhora with a hope that the stream will carry these flowers to Kamal.
Once my stomach is full with the noodles and tea, I faced the old man for a chat.
For last few hours I was very curious about the temple. And I asked about it straight away.
“It is the temple of frozen flower” the old man replied.
Dear readers, I have traveled many parts across the globe, had seen many places, was accustomed with many cultures and religions, but never heard of anything like this before. The temple of Frozen Flower!!!! My curiosity reached at its peak and I pursued the experienced shop owner to tell me everything about the temple and its history, all of it. The old man told me the story I will never forget in my life. I am giving here the exact version of the same without giving any linguistic addition or alteration, as nothing can be more exciting than the real life itself.
" Kali and Kamal were made for each other. The sweetest soft beautiful girl was named after the small spring Kali Jhora, which circles around the small village, Kali was like the small unknown flowers that filled their small village with joy and happiness, always jumping, smiling, full of life.
Kamal Bahadur Thapa was like the mountain that protects the village from the icy wind from north. He was strong, well-built and ready to face any danger with a smile on his face. Even when he faced a pack of wolves alone with only a khukuri in his hand, everybody can swear that even then he was smiling.
The small village was their world and Kali and Kamal was its favourite child. The whole village grew up with them; the whole village danced with them, when they fall in love with each other, the whole village was present to celebrate the evening when they were engaged with a promise of even brighter future together.
It was a memorable day for them when Kamal was selected to represent the Gorkha regiment in the Royal British Army during the 2nd world war. They were worried too, and they should be as nobody among them ever stepped outside this small village to see the world, and their favourite son was going to war!!
Kamal stood tall like the mountain itself to console the entire village. He pulled out his khukuri from his belt, held it high and told;
“Don’t you worry my dear elders; there is nobody strong enough in the entire Japanese force that can stand in front of my valour. You raised me strong enough to survive the onslaught of the entire Japanese force along with their German brothers. I promise you that, I will return victorious before the water in Kali Jhora turns to ice.”
Strong words from a strong man, but his voice became soft as he mentions the name of Kali, even if it was meant with some other purpose.
Kali was proud of her love; Kali could see Kamal as larger than life itself in front of her eyes. She knew nothing about the Japan or German or even British, but all she could understand that her knight in the shining armour was going to war, and he will return victorious. She could imagine that how a king is going to be rewarded for his courage and matchless valour in the field of war. Kali could visualize the pack of enemy army is running from the battlefield, scared like that pack of wolf. Soaked in the blood of enemy and sweat, Kamal alone stood victorious in a smiling face.
Kamal left with the life force of the entire village through the windy makeshift road that the army prepared to reach the border area, Kali could not sleep that night, and countless nights after that. With every footstep, every passing sound of military truck, Kali rushed out of her room with the fresh picked flowers in her hand. The flowers she picked up with her own hand every morning, with the expectation that Kamal will return from his battlefield to accept it from her hand. She picked them every morning, and cast them every evening in the stream of Kali Jhora with a hope that the stream will carry these flowers to Kamal.
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