Story of likeness and trust! Chapter-4

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This story being published here, is the fourth chapter of a long narrative story written in April 2013. 
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The journey continues.

IV

The next day was the day of marriage, the Anand Karaj, according to the Sikh rituals was to be performed in the nearby Gurudwara, and later was a party at night for family and friends that included us, Devika and me. In the morning, Devika and I went for sightseeing, and it was as early as six o clock when others were sleeping or the family members were awake since night for the preparations to go well in the day. We were to reach at the Gurudwara Sahib premises at right 10'o clock, as it was the day wedding.

We had planned a night before and in the morning we were right at time, ready to find the beauty of the hills. Devika sensed more of excitement to go up the slopes. I asked if we could first drink some tea before we went ahead with the plan, but in no time she told me the reason behind our expedition in the morning. Which was to find the growing sun as it rose from beneath the mountains. Then I agreed as she proposed her idea, of going up slope and after a lot of balancing our steps and finding our way through the bushes we got to reach the up crest. The roundabouts could be easily seen and the green passage all in the scenic view sent signals of victory and little fear appeared on our faces but a lot of manifestation aroused its wings when we got to see the sunrise. The sunrise that I saw in television and in photos. I may have seen it otherwise too in the city, but the one that we sensed on that mountain peak, was just flawless and augmented so much energy as we walked our way. It was already seven o clock and time to get back was all we thought of after keeping the nature in mind's intrinsic picture.

Now as we were descending from our location, we had forgotten the very road that would lead us back right. We looked into each other’s eyes for answers but nothing emerged but suspicion and guilt of not keeping track over the route that took us there. I had kept my mobile phone along with me unlike her, so there was not much a worry about, but to add on to the agony, the connection error sighted most of the time up in the peaks. Yes, the government had the antennas placed, but how many were to be tipped into the sand, was also a problem that they may be getting through. I told her to calm down and remember our walk past that brought us there. At that time was only a thought that we would stay together until we reached back and at least we shouldn’t lose each other while looking for our way by going either sides. It would be big nonsense if we did that. Also, there was no sign of human existence that very area; and so it lessened the very logic of shouting to find the way out. For the first time all throughout the trip so far I had seen that girlish charm in Devika get so nervous and break into so much anxiety. 'Gagan', she whispered; "what will the people think of us, that we have come this far, they may link us together you know". I fear this more than anything. I told her to not worry anymore and it was almost half an hour gone in realisation of the fact that we were misled in excitement to catch the sun and we were so high from the ground level. Making our own way could take us anywhere, as the whole land was unfamiliar and no sound emerged, even the animals were sleeping that they didn't care to mark their presence by shouting or snoring, whatever they do. The moment was not digestible, and there was no fun to be with a girl in trouble and see her weep within even if she was not showing it. For a girl with an Indian far sight, it was a mistake that she came with a boy guessing what others will talk, but I prayed that for some idea to come in as earliest to make her feel fine.

When my watch showed eight o clock, I felt miserable of being of no use in finding the way out. But then I told her, we have to take the risk and descend down, unknown of the fact where the way would take us. We had no other option and neither had we found it of importance to take the map along accompanied with a compass. For had we done that, it could have been of so benefit, not only in finding the right way out but also making it more interesting. I held a wooden rod in my hand, in case anyone attacked us and she followed me. Then we reached another crest when we got to know that we had taken the wrong route that was completely opposite. That realisation came when we saw a white marbled temple in front and in between was compete depth, and I was damn sure that we were in no manner going to reach the Gurudwara at the given time, given we also had to get ready. At last we had known how wrong we had come, but at last I sensed relief knowing the extent of own misinterpretation. Soon, I searched for signals on my phone and on finding them back, made a call to my friend to tell him our whereabouts, who at first joked that we had planned all this mayhem beforehand. 

Then we prepared our route out of the bushes and from a different route we were back to our hotel. This was extreme peace and no one disturbed us anyhow and Devika was feeling better. We were an hour and a half late to reach the Gurudwara but it was alright, a different experience to count in. The Anand Karaj was done and the newlyweds were greeted and presented with congratulation messages in fulsome delight from children as well as elders.

To be continued..
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Time: 8:00 A.M. 
Date: 15/12/2014