A country where people have starved and have been pushed upon by their own people has had a rough time since the dawn of it's emergence every time in the history, may be it's the docile nature or maybe patience they possess is it's bane. Here people have made pledges and have kept them for generations, also rituals that are followed and some frowned upon by millions has kept a lifeline going in some mysterious direction. Life may bring a lot to the people who seek here or nothing for the alienated bunch but what it does best is that it goes on nonetheless. Stacks of colossal knowledge that this country has had in its bossom had never been able to blossom, to truly see the light or even the rays of night for that matter. The misinterpritation of the teachings, the theatrics of the frauds, the blinding and binding trust this country has shown and has had is a milestone on its own for itself. There may be a lot of things wrong about it but its never too late for it to change.
People refer to it as their mother. A mother they forget about, sometimes love to much for its own good and at times plunder it is like a pirate's treasure trove and plundered it forgetting about the consequences for they will live but for mere years. Of all long and short, tall and bright , holy and divine and beautiful and right places in the world this country has made a billion look in awe and a billion bow in admiration. But people forget, that they have had this tendency since the ancient times. Since the time long forgotten people have had a fantasy to the ancient lands of Himalayas in the East or well some say its the north of the world but south of imagination. The unknown is always fascinating if you get something out of it or if you think you will get something out of it that is the only requirement for you to walk this land this earth.
A stack of paper flew up with the gust of wind that had kicked up in the east bay of the peninsula, getting up to close the window of his government office which was flapping like a wing he pushing off a stack of book which helped keeping those very flaps open, Ishva's mind wandered back to the world with the sound of historing winds. He was just about to leave when the winds had kicked in jolting him up at the right time and was thinking whether he should leave for the town house or sleep in his the car at the parking both the sudden ideas had their answers.
"Sir, I am leaving, winds look pretty strong this year." A small yet confirmed voice came in from his office door and vanished with the whistling winds. "Your approval came go on home to your village." Ishva shouted on top of his voice rocking this out of place office in a very calming tone, at the east coast industrial area in a small town not much was needed for decoration but the build had to be sturdy.
Stacking up the books back in the corner of the room and fastening a makeshift lock on the window he had from a rubber string Ishva walked to the book he was reading, removing the paperweight and placing the bookmark he closed the it.
He was assigned here to work preretirement as per the policies. Nine times out of ten its a rural township he got reminded of one of favorite quotes his colleges would share on different occasions. Some of the most profoundly illogical and hilarious quotes he had heard during his preretirement ceremony at the agency. Still sometimes the majority is the right judge of things he thought looking at the green shrubs and plants waving to the natures call, only if they do judge and reason.
Brewing a hot coffee of his taste Ishva finally did open the window that had nature peeking about from its window where the eastern mountains with their splendid history meets the eastern sea and the tornado kicking up in the distance reminded of the impending doom but the common folks did what they found the best way to survive and started moving out. He could see some shepherds and wandering gazers along the trails in the mountain with family friends and their life possession the livestocks.
The first thought and the last reaches only these two should matter, he had heard his daughter preach his grandchild a lovely girl when he last visited them. She had slept on his chest as if enjoying the heaving and expanding of it quite often, a rosy lipped chubby girl with just enough lisp that'd make you smile on every sentence she spoke. Language was never a barrier for them, they always understand the feeling they get when around someone he thought to himself wondering about and second guessing his own thoughts.
People refer to it as their mother. A mother they forget about, sometimes love to much for its own good and at times plunder it is like a pirate's treasure trove and plundered it forgetting about the consequences for they will live but for mere years. Of all long and short, tall and bright , holy and divine and beautiful and right places in the world this country has made a billion look in awe and a billion bow in admiration. But people forget, that they have had this tendency since the ancient times. Since the time long forgotten people have had a fantasy to the ancient lands of Himalayas in the East or well some say its the north of the world but south of imagination. The unknown is always fascinating if you get something out of it or if you think you will get something out of it that is the only requirement for you to walk this land this earth.
A stack of paper flew up with the gust of wind that had kicked up in the east bay of the peninsula, getting up to close the window of his government office which was flapping like a wing he pushing off a stack of book which helped keeping those very flaps open, Ishva's mind wandered back to the world with the sound of historing winds. He was just about to leave when the winds had kicked in jolting him up at the right time and was thinking whether he should leave for the town house or sleep in his the car at the parking both the sudden ideas had their answers.
"Sir, I am leaving, winds look pretty strong this year." A small yet confirmed voice came in from his office door and vanished with the whistling winds. "Your approval came go on home to your village." Ishva shouted on top of his voice rocking this out of place office in a very calming tone, at the east coast industrial area in a small town not much was needed for decoration but the build had to be sturdy.
Stacking up the books back in the corner of the room and fastening a makeshift lock on the window he had from a rubber string Ishva walked to the book he was reading, removing the paperweight and placing the bookmark he closed the it.
A long sigh rustled the inner working of his body as he walked past his table and sneaked a glance at the locked window, A long and strong storm yes it is Mr Hedi a long and strong one, he pondered and walked out tapping the wooden floor with each step precisly.
The wind carried a smell of wet mud as he walked the hallway following behind the departed helper of his into the open hall that was the entrance to the office. The sky had turned a bit dark with the advent of the strong winds, the clouds and the sound of his footsteps echoed mildly as he reached the watchmen at the outer perimeter and looked at him, a smiling elderly with a cane that said about its years of usage had some rough and tattered looks greeted him, "Leaving early today sir are we?" Ishva chuckled a bit and patted him lightly on his shoulder as he stoped, " You should too, the storm's brewing and will kick in with full force soon."
The wind carried a smell of wet mud as he walked the hallway following behind the departed helper of his into the open hall that was the entrance to the office. The sky had turned a bit dark with the advent of the strong winds, the clouds and the sound of his footsteps echoed mildly as he reached the watchmen at the outer perimeter and looked at him, a smiling elderly with a cane that said about its years of usage had some rough and tattered looks greeted him, "Leaving early today sir are we?" Ishva chuckled a bit and patted him lightly on his shoulder as he stoped, " You should too, the storm's brewing and will kick in with full force soon."
Elderly looked at the clouds and said "I will , I will. " nodding in affirmation getting up his smile turned into a strain of old bones and last of the mortal body. "Locks can keep men out from you office not the nature, be ready to clean up some when you return." he said smiling a bit after he saw Ishva playing with his keychain by buckle.
"True words." Ishvamurmured, nodded to the old fella and walked out to the parking over his left the strong winds have now picked up dry sand along but was heading away for now. Walking towards his dusty car which had a history of its own being the first model to be produced in country which he had bought at a cheep price a fews years back at his daughter's wedding for himself thinking No more worldly obligations left the last of first I will keep, little did he knew that for when you are not supposed to, you just don't even at the expense of all things material.
A former heavy weight in the Intelligence Bureau Mr Ishva Chawas was enthusiast reader of all the ancient literature that the country had to offer, he had one son and a daughter before his lovely wife departed the mortal world when he was still making his way in the agency. Caring for the family of two and looking out for his elderly parents had taken a toll of its own on his behavior and health. An hour in the gym for myself he called it at first when his children had become able to feed and fend for themselves. The selfishness of obtaining something out of the life he was given had been dwindling when he first visited the land of unknown 'Alepht Caves' near the coast of west bank of the peninsula.
Among the various text and archeological findings that Ishva had adequately assembled in the bureau for about 30 years of service other than working the usual routine like todays, he had never gone to one of them other than the epiphanic Alepht Caves of the west. The first real read about these cave came to them when a English adventure had stumbled on the remote island about 35 nautical mile out of the west coast following a hoard of seagull who had apparently flown is such silence that he almost had missed them as he had described later in journal that the adventurer had published. After yet many years of knowledge of it not many people have made a second encounters of that island.
As the dust swirled with the strong winds, dust clouds had risen once again, on the distance over the hills a hood of rain and mud settled greenery submitted to it. The clouds were hard to see when Ishva had sat back in his car with still a lot of dust all over, he reached out for one of the pockets in the dash and checked for his flight tickets closing it back. The engine kicked in after the second go at it after a small habbit of keeping his bag on the backseat.
A former heavy weight in the Intelligence Bureau Mr Ishva Chawas was enthusiast reader of all the ancient literature that the country had to offer, he had one son and a daughter before his lovely wife departed the mortal world when he was still making his way in the agency. Caring for the family of two and looking out for his elderly parents had taken a toll of its own on his behavior and health. An hour in the gym for myself he called it at first when his children had become able to feed and fend for themselves. The selfishness of obtaining something out of the life he was given had been dwindling when he first visited the land of unknown 'Alepht Caves' near the coast of west bank of the peninsula.
Among the various text and archeological findings that Ishva had adequately assembled in the bureau for about 30 years of service other than working the usual routine like todays, he had never gone to one of them other than the epiphanic Alepht Caves of the west. The first real read about these cave came to them when a English adventure had stumbled on the remote island about 35 nautical mile out of the west coast following a hoard of seagull who had apparently flown is such silence that he almost had missed them as he had described later in journal that the adventurer had published. After yet many years of knowledge of it not many people have made a second encounters of that island.
As the dust swirled with the strong winds, dust clouds had risen once again, on the distance over the hills a hood of rain and mud settled greenery submitted to it. The clouds were hard to see when Ishva had sat back in his car with still a lot of dust all over, he reached out for one of the pockets in the dash and checked for his flight tickets closing it back. The engine kicked in after the second go at it after a small habbit of keeping his bag on the backseat.
He started driving along the way in dust and looking for his way home. Though he has had previous experience in the same conditions but that just made him more cautious of where he drove and his there griped. After and about driving one hundred and twenty minutes he had finally drove out of the dusty storm but was backed against a crazy hail of rainfall. The song going over and over again in one of the local language on the tape had almost killed his mood of enjoying the rain when he turned the engines off and parked by the side. The car being a old model had its own perks and packages. He opened the sun roof and on the glass fell rain. A fast moving hail of wind and water stomps made up for all her heard.
He had wanted to wait for the storm to get past this side of the town before her drove any further, now that the rain had taken a turn for the worst Ishva could not wait any longer in the strong storm.The way made up for most ruined structures and silent road, he had a thought of taking a detour to a nearby natural defences to such situations which he had discovered last year, but driving just past a dangerously swinging bridge over a overflowing river slowly and steadily he reached the living quarter he had come to call home for past five years.
He parked the car just near the driveway to his place and opened the wooden door which creaked while opening as the warm texture of the air filling the closed house greeted him. Walking in he placed the keys in the bowl by the refrigerator which had a can of soup, fruits and few bottles of water, gulping down on one of them he walked near the window and started out in the views of this semi-developed part of the world.
He was assigned here to work preretirement as per the policies. Nine times out of ten its a rural township he got reminded of one of favorite quotes his colleges would share on different occasions. Some of the most profoundly illogical and hilarious quotes he had heard during his preretirement ceremony at the agency. Still sometimes the majority is the right judge of things he thought looking at the green shrubs and plants waving to the natures call, only if they do judge and reason.
Brewing a hot coffee of his taste Ishva finally did open the window that had nature peeking about from its window where the eastern mountains with their splendid history meets the eastern sea and the tornado kicking up in the distance reminded of the impending doom but the common folks did what they found the best way to survive and started moving out. He could see some shepherds and wandering gazers along the trails in the mountain with family friends and their life possession the livestocks.
The first thought and the last reaches only these two should matter, he had heard his daughter preach his grandchild a lovely girl when he last visited them. She had slept on his chest as if enjoying the heaving and expanding of it quite often, a rosy lipped chubby girl with just enough lisp that'd make you smile on every sentence she spoke. Language was never a barrier for them, they always understand the feeling they get when around someone he thought to himself wondering about and second guessing his own thoughts.
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