THE UNDULATED WOODS.

Chapter 11.

Manohar had prepared the lunch, and after having the lunch, there was an askew rain followed by light sleet. However, it ceased immediately making the atmosphere cool. I stood at the door way; the trees seem to wade through swamp. The askew rain culminated into hot day, we continued with our work, we were assembling cables, installing, testing and other technical works, everything was fine. After a while, I went outside for a stroll, as my companions were having tea, I looked around, and at the glamping pods, I saw that the trees seemed to coming closer, that before, however, our world was divided by the raging river, if the trees have to come to us, they have to wade through river. The wind had moved them or they had moved by themselves, I also contemplated about the figures which I saw ascending into heavens, I heard the sound of infinite pattering shooting out of the woods, the sun wasn't frizzling as it was going to be dusk, the wind commenced, and it won't abate for the few hours. I whispered, "We gotta do our work without landing into disaster." I don't know why I said those words, but we weren't criminals nor the offenders so we will get the impunity from God. I studied the woods across the river, and turned back to the chateau. I made myself imperturbable, and that's common with those who are in priesthood, we are immersed in Holy Scriptures, and reading to the words of God, so we are naturally composed, however, we get angry, but we know to control it.

We continued with the work for two hours, and at 18:00 hours, we ceased our work. We cleaned the house, and took over the scrap materials. I allowed my fellows to take over the scrap or depreciated assets, so that they can sell and earn a descent dough. They use to sell to the scrap dealers, who then in turn sell to recycling companies. In a nutshell, there are noble deeds functioning spontaneously or impulsively. I stepped to my room, I was lacing the eyelets of the brogues, and then I polished it. After that I went for bathing, and pulled over my fresh shirt and trousers. I offered my evening prayers. I went to kitchen, we were helping Manohar in his dishes, as he helps us in our work, and he is really an intelligent guy. We were preparing potato fritters, rissoles, roasted poppadom and soup. We decided to camp at the flamboyant glamping pods, we had already cleaned the glamping pods, and everyone were hygienic so they took care of everything, and nothing laying around the house. The dishes were kept on the table, and we seated as we were the other day, Manohar was sitting with me. 

The table wasn't cumbersome, and we were full on for the supper, the wind was blowing, and the sky was weaving with the dark web of darkness. The stars began to appear, and the river began to surge making a roaring voice seemed to be macabre or severe, however, I shoved it off, enjoying my supper. The dishes were totally scrumptious and the setup was dope, first up, I had the rissoles, which is my favourite, and then we were talking in the air. I was off their talk, and I looked at the forest across the river, it was glinting under the moon. I remembered the incident of the other night, the forest seemed to be a simile of something unnatural, but there wasn't any proof, as I concluded that it was an illusion.