![]() A trekA Story by Dipanjan Dutta![]() A mystery in the middle of...![]() “Mind
a cup of coffee?” " A smiling shopkeeper of probably my age. “Thanks,
would love one.” " Unburdened from the backpack and relaxed on the bench of the
shop. “Back
from a journey it seems, where did you trek to?” " The face still smiling,
behind a steaming kettle. I
pointed yonder-atop the mountains that stretched behind me, noticing the
surprise in his eyes as his smile faded. “Are you serious, you went up there?” “Hell
yeah! I indeed am coming from that top.” " Pointing again to the same place, a
little worried " “Why do you ask? What is so strange about that?” “Nothing.
Never mind. Care to share the experience?” " Excitement mixed with fear was
prominent in his voice. “Sure
mate” " lighting up a cigarette "“I really had a great experience there,
especially during the night” “What
happened at the night?” " The restlessness in his eyes was prominent. “…the
day was short. With the evening setting in and the breeze getting colder, I
decided to settle inside my tent. I managed a bottle of whiskey from a local
shopkeeper and relaxed in the warmth of the tent. The faint light from my torch
created a mysterious sight. I could hear a drizzle that with time intensified.
I was almost a bottle down when it seemed that a gush of water splashed over my
tent. The sound was tremendous but what scared me more were the distant but
distinct helpless screams of the people. I thought of going out of the tent but
with the slightest move I knew I wasn’t in a state to do so. With more water
splashing over my tent I was sure there was nothing I could do even if I did go
out…” " I paused unknowingly, may be for quite some time until he broke the
silence. “Go
on. What happened then?” “I
don’t know. I lost my senses perhaps. The next thing I remember is that I woke
up in a shop today. How and when I reached the shop has faded away. Neither had
I enough time to ask and put apiece the forgotten part of the night…” " I
looked at him, confused perhaps. “All
you say is what I don’t mean” " he sighed with disbelief. “Why
so? Don’t people go up there?” " I asked bluntly. He
went into the shop asking me to sit for a while. When he came back he was more
gloom. Handing over a newspaper cutting he asked me to read it. What
the newspaper had on it printed could be briefed as " “…
there had been a downpour, unpredictable like most mountain rains but of a much
higher intensity, as if there had been a cloud burst. A flood followed the
disaster flushing out the entire place that I spent my last night at. Three
shops that had been serving tourists up there from the time the place came to
be known flowed away with the flood. Quite a number of tourists lost their
lives too…” " the inset had the photographs of the three shopkeepers, one of
whom I recognized as the owner of the shop I woke up at, today. What
surprised me more was the date the news was published. It was a couple of years
back. © 2014 Dipanjan DuttaAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on November 10, 2014 Last Updated on November 12, 2014 Author![]() Dipanjan DuttaBangalore, IndiaAboutI love to be in this forum. There are so many to read. so many to learn from and somany to cherish Hometown: Calcutta, West Bengal, India Current Location: Sydney, Australia more..Writing
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