Dark Deception

Chapter 7: The Blind Seer

   The journey to the village was filled with lively conversations and shared laughter. Lyn, my old university friend, was seated beside me, scrolling through photos on her phone. I noticed a familiar face among the pictures, her boyfriend. Curious about their relationship, I inquired about their well-being.

"I'm not sure," she replied, her voice laced with uncertainty. "He's been so kind and attentive, but I'm questioning if I truly deserve such treatment. I've taken a step back to reflect on my feelings."

"Perhaps your expectations are too high," I suggested, trying to offer comfort. "It's easy to get caught up in the fairytale of love, but reality is often more nuanced."

Lyn nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. Maybe I'm expecting too much."

As we continued our journey, the conversation drifted to other topics, but Lyn's words lingered in my mind. Her vulnerability and self-doubt resonated with me, reminding me of my own struggles.

"He was like a sauna in my life," she mused, her voice a soft melody against the backdrop of the bustling city. "He purged me of my toxins, cleansing my soul with his warmth and intensity. But a sauna, no matter how comforting, cannot be one's permanent abode. Sooner or later, one must venture back into the crisp, invigorating air of reality."

I was totally speechless after what she said. She started to scroll again after saying all this, I understood that it might be a really tough time for her. However, it took 3 hours for us to reach there, one of our friends fixed a place for us to stay for a night as we won't be leaving today . 

As our car pulled into the village, a young, cheerful boy greeted us, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He led us to a charming, traditional house where a kind-looking elderly man awaited our arrival. Initially, I assumed the man was the boy's grandfather, but I was surprised to learn that he was actually his father.

The house was a delightful blend of old-world charm and modern comfort. Intricate carvings adorned the walls, and a sense of history permeated the air. We dropped off our bags and freshened up before the hospitable old man invited us for lunch.

The meal was a delightful culinary adventure. The dishes were unfamiliar, but their flavors were exquisite. I was particularly intrigued by a dish that resembled tofu but turned out to be a clever combination of potatoes and rice. Despite my initial hesitation, I couldn't resist the temptation and devoured the meal with gusto.

After lunch, we decided to visit a renowned local figure, a blind man said to be over a hundred years old. The villagers held him in high regard, believing he had a unique ability to sense danger before it struck. We were drawn to him not only for his age but also for his reputation as a seer. Intrigued by his extraordinary abilities, we approached him with a mix of curiosity and respect.

(to be continued...)