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Sunday, 26 May 2013 02:27

(A short story)

That day, in order to attend to an urgent work, I had to reach Rameychap at any cost. It was the month of Shrawan and the rivers and rivulets were in spate.  However, I had no alternative to reaching Rameychap. Therefore, early morning I evoked the name of goddess Durga and set on the journey from Okhaldhunga.

Rameychap was still about ten miles away and the next village ahead was at a distance of one mile. The drizzle gradually turned into a torrential rain. There was a storm with violent wind. The lightning and thunder resonated in all directions. The mountain jungle turned dark even before the dusk. Trapped in the situation I started looking around in the hope of finding a shelter.