Adeu Blue Mountains

Part 8 : Pug mark of Life

Captain advised Nilima, Bihu and Joy to change their dresses. Provided the sport person like sleek half pants, upper body cover. He also advised them to walk bare footed as this will orient them trekking through forest and hills. They did as Captain said. They felt light and remembered college sports days. They started north wards through dense forest.
Princess Gargi distributed Prakriti da, bora da and Gargi the sport dress that is sleek half pants and upper body cover but advised to be bare footed. She took a knife at waste. They were walking past the mists of Blue Mountain, sometimes they faced boulders to climb up and down opposite side. Princess Gargi showed them the golden rules of climbing like always stick to the boulder or the rock face with three points that is three points of three limbs and use one limb to put forward, never cross limbs, always keep the body 90 degree straight up from plane. How to identify cracks, holds and toe rests and chalk a route to approach climbing. How to come down hill with toe pointed and a bit squat to keep centre of gravity at the best and be 90 degrees straight up from the plane simultaneously. They were practiced after few hours. They were sometimes facing small waterfalls and straights. They barely could see anything sometime due to colourful mists. Suddenly they saw a rocky plane, radiant with colours. They thought radiant colours mists but those sometimes-looked like frozen oil paintings. They felt walking through unfolding colours which was touching them, moist or drying their skin, illusive colours were whispering in their ears. They understood lot of reptiles, mostly viper and other snakes also swimming in the living colours and whispering. Someone called Prakriti da from behind, he turned, but could saw nobody. He left the team and tried to find who was calling him. After sometimes Bora da said, where is Prakriti da? Neither Gargi nor Princess Gargi could listen him, submerged into living, whispering colours. They were red, pink, violet, mov, blue, yellow like flame, like moss, like ferns, like leaves, like snakes, erupting like volcanos and unforeseen. Bora saw two flaming eyes coming straight to him from the green, mossy bloom. He could see nothing more. Gargi could saw for a moment his father, Bora, Pom and Prakriti da swim towards them through the colours, smiled and went to a living coral like colourful bloom.
Priya came out from the small lake. Her wearables were completely wet. She uncovered. She was wearing sports dress as inner. Sleek half pant and upper body cover. She walked towards the grassland alone bare footed. The sun was burning overhead and hot humid vapours from grass was touching her.
Major Panu Oraon left with Princess Lein and told others to go for search without him. After long time Major Panu Oraon and Princess Lein enabled the villagers. The inferno ceased and decided to rebuild the village from next day morning. Panu Oraon cut the open bullet wound of Princess Lein and took it out. Provided first aid and a tissue builder ointment. Then covered with bandage. Princess was just smiling in pain. Never uttered any word. Nextr morning they started rebuilding the village. Ladies went to join bamboo. The helicopter with other commandos couldn't find the way out of the radiant and colourful mists.

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I was walking through meadow, with the girl. She was talking about everything, from life to lifelines, from motivation to desperations. She told me she knows. I replied I know that you know. That's why we are going to the specific place. She asked me then why you are carrying your sketch book and pencil. I stopped. I show her my sketches. The starry nights, the dolphins, the snakes, the tigers, other felines, elephants, rhinos, water hyasyuths, people. Then the trees, their roots, their wings. The ruins of black stone fort and the white stone fort. She asked how far we should go. I said as much as we can. Its not the length of the way or span of time. It is the moment. If the moment chooses us to be there, we shall reach the destiny and be the witness. She smiled. I smiled back. We took a shortcut through a small bouldered grassland. Possibly it is a dried river bed, sand could be seen somewhere. Then we started hiking uphill. The girl was talking about the freedom. She was talking of an adventure by a river. She was talking about a journey through an underground stoned fortress. She was talking about a monk who also know, she was talking about a journey through the living whispering colours. I smiled. I told her this entire space once called the valley of dead souls. She spoken about the soul, she talked about the death, its inevitability and inexistence. She was not talkative. She was soft spoken. We talked a lot only because we walked far. We reached near the hill top. I saw her the huge white fort. It was not totally ruined but time taken some toll from this. She smiled and said do you think Earnest Hemingway spoken about this for whom the chime of universal bell toll. I said, may be, time taxed it, but under his poetic mind, it was destined to ring. I asked her, "Are you a poet?" She said, "No, I am motivation of a poet, and you?" I said I am a poet.
Slowly the dusk dimmed the daylight. The enormous white fort brightens with lamps, people, as aa festival market. The Blue Mountain and her Venus peak stood high behind the fort. Sounds of music, dance and laugh from the fort we could hear. She told me now the bell toll for the universe. I said which one. She said the moment will unfold.
We could see the living meena bazar or the market place of the fort. Lights, beautiful women, healthy men. Their laughter, playful singing, dancing, buying items, charming night was radiating vibes of their rhythm.
The four-lion pulled with four headed lion sealed cart carrying the X factor was nearing earth. The hooded person in cart spreaded hands like bird. Then gripped two strings of physical universe theory, practically and pulled isotonic inward. Lot of falls, huge ups and carries in universal matrix finally two black holes felt attraction. They were nearing each other. The eternal cat Kitui said, see poet the secondary laps of moment is about to be in place. I saw the nets, the strings. The smile of hyperbola. I was thinking our coordinate. Kitui cat said you first look within your thinking to understand your coordinate. We looked within. Then I saw the cart is coming very close. Possibly the fort dwellers also saw. They were running asking for help. The woman asked me what may happen if the two black holes come closure and start uniting? I answered not very sure, but we relatively know that all information always scribed as graphitti on the outer wall of the black whole through warm whole till the opposite, the white whole. If we take the unitary force radiating out as men and the black hole as the women then it is the conjunction or mating point. She told yes, the women of the valley have told the name of the Mithun or mating is called Kali in Indian Subcontinent. I said if the two mithuns attracted the unitary force will take the role of duster first to wipe out every information from the skin of them like a tongue they will lick it. Their last will dust out the maya, the information of existence and inexistence. Then they will be engaged within themselves like narcissus or Nargis, Kitui cat said. Yes, the woman said. It happens after Mithun woman writes a different script within. I said and definitely the genes of Chromosomes. She said, no. as the maya or information wont act or neglect, then your known information wont work like the womanhood draw sketch, paint the different graphitti in the inner wall of the fallopian tube and ovary the maya will be recreated through the eternity, by the eternity, Tania. Is the warm hole is the fallopian tube? I asked both the Kitui cat and the young girl laughed. She said fallopian tube has two ways, they will act together. I understood the Mithun will happen at the point or length before the two black holes get enough close to take the position of two fallopian tubes. But what is the point of conjunction? A gentle breeze whispered. Here. Here. Here. The aquila already reached earth. Either the cat or the woman didn't waste the moment jumped into the space. Cassiopeia was fixing target towards the cart. May be to fight back X factor of linear equation. Centaur left the arrow. Either Cassiopeia or the woman or Kitui the cat picked it up and arrowed. X factor smiled. I was perplexed, Tania said, it was inevitable. The arrow of centaur worked as the factor of creation or the sperm. The secondary lapse of reasoning before it acted as the women genital and the Hansa-mithun happened.
Another point of hyperbola, pa painter, a poet, a historian took the note and crossed the infinity. At another point, the old sardar ji was walking with his locks and keys shouting 'selling' "futi kori nehi hain to tala becho; if you are penniless, sell lock and key, sell lock and key."
In a beautiful lake, the blue nymphia or nymphia Nymphae, the flower of placenta for creation responsible, we call Tania, deep under the vaccum the tube of blue nymphia feed the future in the womb of eternity.
Eternal nymphia Nymphae, Tania asked Tania how the puller knew the time can be calculated within three dimensions? The angular distance measured by length from the centre of two-dimensional circle or three-dimensional sphere. Tania answer because gravity tunnels may behave expected if the gravity is only a geometry, we know, as they know the moon is seen a perfect round from earth but made of the summation of innumerable straight lines or angular distances. So, there is the distance till or crossing the measurable infinity is nothing but the distance. Whatever may be the unit, feet, meter, kilometre, astronomical unit, light year, sub atomic nanometre, angstrom, whatever. Tania smiled and asked when they will understand hyperbola, do you know? Tania laughed back.

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