“Come back monu. It is too late now”. This voice was usual when I played “eye-spy” with my friends in class two. Those evenings were beautiful. I always felt Mummy called me a little too early. And then I used to see other boys playing till dusk. “Why their Mom didn’t call them”. I used to think.
The sky lost its colour to darkness. Visibility slowly going down but my friends could still see the flying kites. Those were the frozen moments. They still appear in my mind. The garden, the houses, still appear on that canvas. The eternal evenings, affirming my presence.
It was dusk when Dipak stopped the car again. We were hungry. The place was called August-Muni. River Mandakini leveled the ground at that place. We ran towards the river. We sat there and had snacks.
Sitting on the bank of Mandakini River, I saw the canvas again. An eternal evening that I have seen since childhood. I was, and could be, only a silent spectator of the God who has always answered my prayers.
We resumed our journey. And reached Gaurikund aorund 5.30 p.m.
It was late evening by the time we could get a place to stay. We ate Aaloo parathas there; those were the tastiest parathas I had in recent times. It was raining heavily. I slept dreamless. (..........contd.)
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