Yugant is a medical student and an enthusiast writer. Literature has always fascinated him and wishes to pursue his hobby productively.
Chapter 1 : Memory Lane
He scrambled in the credenza next to his bed with his eyes still weary and demanding to fall asleep again. The clock in his hand displayed 5:00 am. It was time now. The early summer morning made his pajamas sticky. He drew the curtains wide and looked for his glasses. His lips could sense the moisture in the air. Far through the distant mountains, the sunrays rummaged through the skyscrapers passing undisturbed into the multistoried apartments, crossing the overhead metro station and entering into his prodigious bedroom. However, during his childhood the situations were contrary. People lacked educations and were guided by misbelieves. In the cities, the traffic went haywire and the hoardings displayed all over the streets made commuting very difficult. The political instability in the country added to its misfortune. Nevertheless, he was always dedicated to his Nepal, a small land locked country in the Himalayas which was first inhabited by the Aryans. A land where Buddha was born and the gallant Gorkhalis lived triumphantly, a nation blessed with nature’s richness and where the majestic Everest soared to the zenith of the sky. Over a period of time, he had seen this place grow into a modernized and sophisticated civic.
The sweet aroma of the blueberries freshened him up. He paced through the hallway silently unwillingly to let others know of his presence. He bathed and robed in the finest suit and sat for his morning prayers. Still in his nineties, Robin looked very dapper. He had black hair and intense eyes capable of rigorous appraising. Being five feet six inches, his structure was firm. The sinews of his limbs were still intact, a man who kept himself in perfect health conditions. Far in the city, the bells of the Pashupathi Nath temple summoned the offerings to Lord Shiva, one of the three Creators of the universe in the Hindu mythology. It was still dark when he entered the drawing room. His eyes glanced through the adumbrated picture frames of his childhood. Thinking about his past, he smiled bringing forth a wave of wrinkles in his face. He was deep into the reminiscence of his young age. His heart pounded heavily and he felt nostalgic. Shrieks of giggling made his stomach quiver. The memories were pulling him down. He felt a tug in his back pocket and suddenly the lights were switched on. All the cognizance seem to gush away from him. With a mellifluous tone and hysterical laughter, they wished him "Happy Birthday Grandpa." In the beginning, he was startled by the children's reactions but when he gave it a thought, his bewilderment turned into revelation of the person behind this stupendous act. The boys presented him a souvenir and the girls made him a beautiful card. Creativity is always better handled by the feminine touch. Nature has elegantly endowed a woman with the task of beautifying and adding colors to life and maybe that was the reason Nature itself is called the mother of all. To his surprise, they had even placed a cake. He blew the candles and the children sang for him. His happiness and excitement seemed no bounds. He hugged them all and listened to each of their stories about how they indulged in making his day wondrous. He was very delighted in seeing all the arrangements carried out so credibly. Later the children got ready for school and bid him farewell. It had been ages since he was reunited with worldly emotions. However, it was the protagonist of this undertaking which captivated him the most. This person was obligated to all his highs and lows, ecstasy or despondency, success or failure and love or hatred. The name in itself held a graceful ardency, whom he had always lovingly called Mom.
The Feminine Touch
Creativity is always better handled by the feminine touch.
Nature has elegantly endowed a woman with the task of beautifying and adding colors to life and maybe that was the reason, Nature itself is called the mother of all.
Nepal, a small land locked country in the Himalayas which was first inhabited by the Aryans.
A land where Buddha was born and the gallant Gorkhalis lived triumphantly, a nation blessed with nature’s richness and where the majestic Everest soared to the zenith of the sky.
The Magnificent Everest
Pashupathi Nath Temple
© 2017 Yugant Khand