Hold Tight, Life is a Rollercoaster

Chapter 1

Shining were the stars of milky way in lit fortnight. The moon was relatively bigger this night as if it was trying to get close to talk to someone, perhaps it was... the high snow-covered mountains were visible in moonlight. The beauty of the lake, God it was overwhelming. The cool breeze yet the calm water, the reflection of the moon was totally undisturbed. The sound of the crickets and the frogs had created a melody that was spellbinding the whole nature.

Ahh... it was the phantasmagorical environment of the Fairy meadows that would make Husain stop by every night, to look at the beauty trying to capture all of its positive vibes in a short span of time as his cattle of cows were not thinking of an idea to stop for short sojourn. Whatsoever, he would take a deep breath in the chirping and croaking of crickets and frogs and leave with the stick in his hand and a cloak on his left shoulder.

Husain was a 15 years old boy who'd take the cows of the villagers to grasslands before sunrise and bring them back home after dusk. His father was a driver down in Gilgit who'd come home fortnightly. He was the oldest son with his 3 sisters. His mother died when she was giving birth to Aliya, his third sister. He'd earn 500 Rupees every day with which he'd buy some bread, tea and sugar. In the day time he was a shepherd while in the night he was a storyteller and caretaker for his sister. Sara, his twin sister would wake up with the other two girls and take them to school where she was a student as well. The teacher would let them sit in the classrooms because Husain would take no money from him for his cows and they had a bond of friendship.

Husain was a very responsible man, tall and strong. When he'd walk, he'd look like a grown man in kids of his age or a young boy in old men. His eyes, sharp like a tiger with blue and grey colours. Thin red capillaries were visible in his eyeballs, beautiful long eyebrows separated by a fair distance. Sharp Greek nose. Red cheeks, a little dry because of the cold weather. A sharp jawline and wide jaws. Girls of the village would look at him as if he was a warrior who just came from a battle, holding his sword, blood dipping of the tip and at the same time holding a Blackish Red Rose, and is about to give it to one them.