I was in a hurry;
You held the time.
The following book excerpt is from the book The Night Hikers: A True Story of Three Boys’ Adventure, Survival and Friendship written and e-published by the author. The book is availabe on Amazon.in both as Paperback and Kindle edition.
I was in a state between dead and alive. I lay down in the ditch by the side of the road and cool water flowed all over my body. A soft feeling spread from my skins all the way to the core of my heart. It caressed away my fatigue. It pacified my mind to a Zen-like state. I could finally give it a rest from constant thinking, planning and most of all worrying.
I raised my head to take a peek at the others. I saw Pondy lying down nearby. Machchhu was a bit farther away. We had no energy to talk. Tenzin and UD did not show any interest in getting in the water. They stood on the road and laughed at us. Tenzin kept making his typical silly jokes followed by hysterical guffaws. He never cared if anybody else found his jokes funny or not.
The tale of a girl who rises to symbolize a revolution that Bengal forgot. The Matsanyaya revisited.
The coat of water that had formed a smooth layer on the dirty utensils reflected the sunlight onto Gauri’s face. The silence of the lazy afternoon was broken only by the constant waves of the running water, and the birds that deemed fit to hum, undaunted by the stillness of the season. The mosquitoes had formed a swarm over her head. Cleaning the utensils had been her ritual since her mother died; her mother had done this throughout her life, at least from the time she knew her.