“Umm…no
Dolkar you can’t go today, as the day does not suit you very much” sipped suja
half a bamboo cup and continued, “it would be better if you postpone your journey to few days from now” a wise
astrologer’s face speaks more than what he mean upon the matter. Dolkar not
very much content with the advice of him, give an artificial grin and respond,
“but I have already plucked the oranges and am ready with half a dozen of
horses”, “my oranges will get spoiled if I don’t reach it on time to Daifam”.
The
very next morning I saw her getting ready for a day long journey. While Dolkar
and his friends have a hot and aromatic breakfast sited in horseshoe, their
porters enjoy the maize grain mixed with fresh buckwheat. Before I could ask
myself where I am heading towards, I saw a huge boulder rolling with anger from
above our path and hitting the stranger who was on his way to Minjiwoong. I
screamed to the top of my voice as if to befall the solution before my feet.
No! It can’t be what a fool I am dreaming when is already under the blue sky.
“Yes!
Till now nobody in this valley had been grief stricken because they listened to
what I have told” with his already wrinkled forehead, frowned and with much
concern remarked “she didn’t listen to my advice, I am afraid she might have to
face the sin of defying the divine’s words”. He already knew that the god is
pretty much disheartened with an innocent woman, still then he prayed to please
the god to at least lessen the degree of sin.
On
her half way, when she crossed the Dansari River, she fell down the bridge
along with the basket full of oranges. It so happened, when the horses rushed
over the bridge upon hearing the horrifying roar of the tiger from the nearest
fat jungle. “Oh! My god! The news is quite terrifying, so what….” He couldn’t
complete his sentence before the tears gushed out of his lenses eyes. I too was
helpless at that very moment rather than to lend a hand to her kith and kin to
pour the rain of agony to an ocean of misery.
It
was the period when earth gets carpeted with yellow leaves all over. I got an
official enveloped letter which reads, “chencho! You are lucky enough to be
selected for a special course offered by the Tarayana Foundation, and you will
be flying to Australia this Tuesday. Report to the Tarayana office latest by
this Monday with all the required documents” without looking at from where the
letter is, I rushed towards my old calendar and to my dismay it was Friday. I
stretched my arms and legs to calm myself down and realized that my left ankle
is sprained when stepped onto the uneven earth the previous day, but I am
strong enough not to let this bursary let off my way with such a minute
excuses.
The
next day despite the wise man’s caution I started my journey. When I neared the
defunct Dolkars house which has turned to a graveyard, I could draw a long
tragedy of a woman who herself paved a route to graveyard and drowned herself
down the life’s beauty. I neither stepped forward nor backward, stood myself
like Alice in wonder land. Hundreds of thousands thoughts crossed my hairy
head. Should I proceed for my sack or should I not for god’s sack?
-Tashi Dendup
12 Sci "C"
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