A trekA Story by Dipanjan DuttaA 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 AuthorDipanjan 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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