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The Trek – Part 1

She was walking down the winding mountain roads to reach the base. It would be a few days before she reached urban civilization. The stuff in her backpack was tightly packed and the little books were digging into her lower back as a reminder that it was still there.

This trip had broken her and built her from scratch. She felt nothing and her eyes were vacant. An urban upbringing, this was the first time she had ventured out.

It was a search of the one person who had silently disappeared from her life. It was purely fate that she saw a picture of the man. She never really used any social networking sites and her work had become her life in the past two years. She described herself as alone but others sensed the loneliness.

At the insistence of some friends she finally made a profile only to have her structured life thrown out of gear by a single picture. It was the man she was in love with. Not one to give into impulsive decisions, she made the decision to search him out and confront him. All her pain that she had so carefully packed away was unraveling with a speed she was not comfortable with.

She found that he was studying the environment in the Himalayas and started preparing to get there as soon as possible. Money was not her problem but time was and she packed all the essentials and travelled a long distance and walked previously unknown roads, all for an answer, for closure.

As she reached closer to the place where he was studying the environment, she wanted to turn back and avoid meeting him but her thirst for the answer kept her going and as she reached the camp site there were knots in her stomach. She wanted the answer but was afraid it would break her heart.

Fear and anticipation was pulling her apart. She found the main tent and went in asking about him. The officials told her he was out and would be back shortly and pointed out his tent to her, a bright yellow makeshift tent that was swaying in the mountain winds.

She walked towards it and was in two minds whether to stay in the tent or wait elsewhere. She mustered her courage and entered the tent and took in all the sparse living essentials. She was searching if she was a part of it but found nothing.

The rustling of the tent broke her reverie and she snapped and turned to face the man she knew and loved. She was angry and yet she was frozen to her spot. No words came out of her mouth.

“So you finally found me,” was his first words and a calm smile was pasted on his bearded face. She wanted to punch him but all she could say was, “Yes”.

“Why did you leave?” she was directly to the point. The pain and hurt were too much to hold back in and they blocked out all pleasantries.

“Do you want some black tea? We don’t have milk here so I have started to enjoy black tea. We have milk powder in the main tent. I hope your taste has not changed from black tea with 2 sugars.” His words and answer was not answering her questions and it made her mad that he still remembered her tastes. Though her primary question of why he had left was not answered she was now confounded about him remembering her tastes and him adapting to it.

“No,” was all that came out her mouth. She watched him calmly make tea and sip it. “You look good,” he said and sat on his bed.

That was the last straw for her and she swung her hand and hit him across his face. The tea spilled and yet he was stoic. “You think this is funny that I have travelled all this distance to hear that I look good from you. I came here for my answers and all I see is you are enjoying your life and if you think I will forgive you just because you have adopted one of my quirks then you are wrong.” Her anger had exploded and she was furious.

He looked into her eyes, “Your ears still go red when you get angry.” Mad at him she swung her hand again to hit him but this time he caught it and stood up and looked into her eyes. She never knew she could feel so many emotions together. Her rage was beyond her own control and as she tried to vigorously pull away from him his straight gaze into her soul was unnerving and she was unable to break his stare.

He kissed her and though she pushed away, she also wanted him to want her. As they looked at each other she was still mad and pushed him away. “Where was this woman when we were together?” was his question.

“You never responded with this passion and I wondered if I was at fault. I kept trying and all I got was a person who was structured and regimented even when were alone.” His words hurt her and the sting in them was harsh. “I was trying to make a life,” was her retort. “But you stopped living,” was his response.

His answers hurt but it did make sense. She had cloaked her loneliness in big words and ideas of being alone but in private she had stopped sleeping well. She was not one to cry but she stormed out and tears flowed freely from her eyes.

It took her two hours to get her composure back and walked back to his tent. He silently made tea for both and handed her a cup. She let the hot tea warm her and she looked at him and asked, “How have you been?” “I have been busy working and keeping occupied. Nothing in my life except for work,” was his answer. She felt a ray of hope, probably there was no one special in his life as yet.

“I have met someone who has straightened me out a bit more than before,” he continued. Those words crushed her hopes and broke her. “You should meet her. How about I get her over to your place once I am in the plains?” he continued in a straight voice.

The answers she wanted were not easy to digest but that he had someone else in his life was hurting her more. The question then was why he kissed her. Was he unhappy in the relationship? He continued, “I adopted a girl of a fellow mountaineer. She was killed in these mountains.”

Her heart soared again. She wanted him back but she did not want to say it out aloud. “Do you still keep a diary?” she asked as she knew he was in the habit of doing so.

“You should leave now. The weather is going to get worse and the approach road will be closed.” His cold logical demeanor irritated her but he was insistent and his body language told her he was not taking no for an answer.

As she got ready to leave, he came up to her and handed her two diaries. “Read it once you get home,” was his suggestion. She was dejected and yet somehow happy, happy that she had some answers but dejected that she could not spend more time nor was he willing to go back with her. All she got was his personal diaries that he had rarely hidden when they were together so getting his diaries was just a consolation.

Her trek back was going to be long and lonely and all she had for company were his diaries that were reminders of her journey for answers.

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  1. July 21, 2012 at 5:16 pm

    beautifully written ^_^ pleasure to read

    • July 21, 2012 at 5:23 pm

      Thanks a lot buddy 🙂

  2. pushpanjali
    September 14, 2012 at 5:25 am

    a very nice story…

    • September 14, 2012 at 2:29 pm

      Hope you read the 2nd part of the story too 🙂

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