Natural Response

Always the things that's right in front of people is the most ignored fact. the experiences and tales of the things that it has always offered are but ignored or left in shelves. The nurturing of nature for this country has been in abundance but as the morning with its recourse to the night, so were the humble people here. The encapsulating discoveries of the night in this very nation were ruptured and torn down to degraded ideologies and beliefs by itself. Years had followed by and those lost in the waves of misfortune and ignorance were always a bit to many.

Teaching and understanding are still the two opposite side of the equilibrium it had followed. The land of all things the world had to offer, riffs in the southern coast, cliffs in the eastern frontiers, hush in the western desert, err in the northern reaches. An arsenal for the revered in the rightful hands brings not sorrow, right past the point of no return there has always been a will far too strong to go extinct. Tempered with time and labour it had strived the will of people, will of dreamers, will of explorers, the will of innocence.

The sound of whistle from his kitchen bought back Ishva, from admiring the huge green canvas that was his window's offering on this rainy lively and increasingly dark evening. The smell of a well cooked and spiced meal greeted him as he walked in and adjusted the flames to his stove. A affably cut bowl of fruits was whiffed out from the refrigerator just so to finally compliment the unseasonable advent of stormy sky. He had got his stuff packed up, ready to be shipped as he finally fiddles around the first clue after so many years of service, in the uncharted vague-lands of the Alepht Caves.

Morning light after the heavy rain and colliding winds which some how settled the next day was a surprise to all. There appears to be a certain charm to this morning which brought a smile on this broad shouldered fifty five years old husky voice specimen of a human. The routine he had followed for past many years had now become a necessary habit for him to complete each day. Even with the anticipation of leaving the west of this peninsula to glimpse upon and start with the tour and journey he had to follow it up and methodically complete all his rituals.

Weather inclined to give way and Ishva had no mind to dabble with time. At about twelve in the afternoon when the sun was high but the winds and clouds had not settled back, coming out of the small cottage he caught the sight of a pair of cranes enjoying a meal at a nearby infant stream, the only noise of nature had always felt slow and less menacing compared to all other endeavors. He had left in his car towards his destination and checked on all the last notices.

Clearing his thoughts of his fixed and ruled out life, he was driving on the a highway to reach a big town nearby for boarding a night flight. All major location on the coast have had a airport with adequate facilities and been in function for long. The overly hygienic world of these mechanized war bases were open to public for fair travel to other of such creations, but the way to this particular airport had a long hanging bridge which did not have any soul on this story evening.

The flood gates to the dam have been opened just recently leaving a maelstrom of birds and animals fleeing off from the river basin to hilly region of the surroundings . The gush of water which had made its way along this Unna river, which had been silent not for long enough when Ishva got to the hanging bridge. The overly cautious elderly must have been driving slow because the car that got washed up in the flood had its engine stuttering when it was discovered about a dozen kilometers into the flow of the silent river Unna. Locals who had contacted the relatives and the police have had first such story in years as the desolated outskirts usually had rather educated locale in terms of avoiding deaths during these sudden turn of coastline weathers. The sea & its seamen might be a different story but the roads and bridges were very well avoided during such times and kept in check by the local authorities.

The news made it to papers and was published the next day. The facts stating that the body was never discovered in the wilderness or by the search parties. The perks of being an government employee, there was much known about you. People flocked to this news and soon it cried out. Tears and labour are not always much cared for, Ishva had told his son on one occasion over a stroll they took to a simple park nearby his world when he was a little child and now the same tears now without his  permission on his face had dried of on his face with his eyes betraying him even then as he heard the news of father's disappearance.

When the black cover got of his eyes Ishva was in the mechanical behemoth flying to his unheard island. The set of books and enough writing material spread in a clothed bag on his lap, view from a height of Eighteen thousand feed is essentially breath taking. The clear view of the tiny living blocks and their own dependencies scattered to meet the immediate requirement or the need of their fellow countrymen.

"You have had a long history with us Mr Ishva" said a deep voice that came from the adjacent seat of his. The person was stirring a cup of coffee with rich aroma with him adding sugar to it. Adorning a haughty mustache and a clean shave his personification is the most common one in this subcontinent, the only difference is the stoic feeling that revered around him.

Snapping his fingers near Ishva's ears Mr Suit casually said "Neither we start nor we are at the end, we just help as a middleman in this quest of your." putting the cup to his lips and gulping a sip from it. The satisfied looks and faint smile looked dissolved with remembrance of a happier time he continued, "We can go over your role again if you want," Ishva interested "You don't need to worry, I don't feel that estranged and can think rationally, you should have worked on my profile more to know that."

" We tried to not poke around much." he said sounding reserved in what he should say. A small laugh and Ishva's head tilted back to the window admiring the colonies down near the port down where they were about to land. "Have you done any other reconnaissance of the target location" he said still absorbing in the bird's eye view that he had himself wondered over few times.

"Alepht Caves have had no primary residents for over about two millennia. The location has no temporary or any permanent residence in the immediate vicinity of the target location. The forest is unaltered and the vicinity has been clear of any human indulgence for ages." When Ishva leaned in from his window Mr Suit stopped and raised a hand in protest of his interruption even before it had happened.

" We have not done any investigations from our side at all Mr Ishva, the location had a weird feeling about it," He stopped again drifting for a bit and sipping on his cup and finishing it finally, when the lights and announcement from the plane crew stating of their arrival and immediate landing that was underway in few minutes. "You can be at ease we have not had crews go there other than some very people who had delicately treated at location. Nothing has been tempered with."

Soon Ishva went back to watching the half view out his wonder window as they landed "You have it  at you disposal for next few years till we have essentially reveal the location to the world as whole calming it to be a part of this county." So basically a no one's land, befits the title of Beginning of the Lands, thought Ishva mumbling. "And by the way, your disappearance have informed to your family." He said buckling up and pointing towards Ishva's belt.

"This is your Captain and welcome to the City of Dreams, The temperature is thirty degree Celsius and humidity at sixty five percent, you may be greeted with a light showers when you head out. Thank you for flying with us."

The Announcement was a costumery "You have a great journey and your bag has all necessities." A voice drifted to him as he walked towards the door Ishva turned back as he reached the door to ask "Where do I report back?" His voice drifted but to his surprise there was no more Mr Suit but a man walking in the captain's cabin who gave him an nod and shut the door behind and the loud sun with a crisp sea winds greeted him instead.