A Memoir

I was walking down the sloppy hill in a drizzling rain. The sky was dark with thick black cloud and earth was covered with fog. A bird was quaking in the bush. The needles of the pine trees covered the road. I had a bamboo stick to support my shaky legs while descending the hill. I tapped the road and flung the needles with the stick. A donkey brayed from the gulf below the road. I could hear the goats bleating and monkey chattering in the forest. There were no houses nearby.

I had a black umbrella of my father. The storm sometimes flung it to the opposite direction making its ribs visible. My father would shout at me if he saw the broken ribs of the umbrella. I walked down and down ,then finally reached  to a shed at the top of a cornfield. It was empty like an accursed house. Lightening and thundering was pushing up my heartbeats. At the mean time, I heard a mouse squeaking behind the wood on which I was resting my soaked hips. I stood suddenly and looked around. At the corner of the shed I saw a snake slithering towards a hole. I lifted my bag and put it on the back  and moved out. 

The sky was still cloudy and rain was falling lightly in very small drops. The wind was blowing gently through the bough of sal and pine trees.

After walking for half an hour, I reached at the top of a rocky mountain. Fog dispersed and rain stopped. The whistling of wind still could be heard around. The nature lifted its veil like a bride after completing the wedding rituals. The sun was in the west lowering its wing to rest in the perch. Its golden colour smeared the trees, grasses of the hill and whole landscape of the mountain.

The gurgling of water through the streams and the prattling of a brook made me a poet. Rainbow was in the sky which remained me William Wordsworth's " My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold". I danced in the air with the pattering of rain and jingling of coins in the pocket. I was dumbstruck. The sun dipped half into the hills of the west. Cloud was disheveled and scattered around with its silver and golden colour. And finally, I saw a moon in the east. 

I stepped down along the narrow lane a bit faster than earlier. Twilight began its course. I heard the hoot of the owls in a bush near the road. I lowered my hands to the ground and picked some stones and threw towards the bush. The growling of the tiger made my goose pimple straight. I rushed down in a single breath through the midway of the paddy field. In a moment, I saw a few houses at the sides of the road. Mewing of a cat and croaking of the frogs were telling me that night was falling soon. 'Run boy! faster, run.'

Now, I could see the roof of my house. I had to walk fifteen minutes more. The road was mud-gravy. I could be slipped at any moment of my carelessness. Moonlight made the road visible with some scary images of the ghosts. Several times I sprang out like a projectile. I wrangled off and on the road. No sooner had I reached to the bottom of the hill thanI smelled of roasted maize and fried pakoras from every rooftops. I entered into my house and sighed . My mom came with a bowl of popcorn and a glass of milk. 

Love you mom, i am coming home.