Chronicles of a ruffled mind..

It was a fairly sunny day with no signs of cloud. Hirak lit a cigar and peeped out of the wooden window. The serpentine lane down the valley and the tihong river looks so symmetric. Small huts on both sides of the road, grazing sheep, toddlers from a nearby school and the rhododendrons around formed a dream destination of a poet. “Babu, chai lijiye..”, the silence was shattered by a cranking voice. Hirak was badly shaken, looked at the caretaker with swollen eyes and a gaping mouth. “haan… idhar rakh do”. A man of mid 30s, looking far older than his age, a bit on the heavier side, wearing a careful careless beard and an intelligent demeanor, Hirak has a conspicuous presence. His profession is as interesting as his appearance, a Hongkong based investment banker no less. his presence in this serene Himalayan town is a bit incongruous, as it seems. But truth is something else. Hirak sipped the hot cuppa. Slowly but surely, a stream of thoughts started trickling down his mind. ... (to be continued)..

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