A story of Shamli Lake....

by Old Monk March. 10, 2018 991 views


Quite a day it is,while sitting on a lake edge here I am reading Leo Tolstoy and amid of it watching those boats carrying their passengers from one edge to another,tourists getting amazed by the fetching beauty of that very surrounding, A man carrying a pushcart of groundnuts and jaggery, a boy with balloons,a small tea-stall, a lady with handicrafts well arranged on a mat, kingfisher flying through pine woods and diving in lake to get a fish, noise of honks on another edge of the lake mixing with the sound of whistles and small trumpets,a blue jay chirping from a nearby tree and then came a group of storks,fluttering those huge wings and as a matter of chance bringing clouds with'em.

It is a lovely town,full of life. I was here in this place since last two days, wandering here and there,admiring the natural beauty and enjoying the delicious cuisines of the town, counting mountains,measuring streets,smelling flowers and reading faces, longing for ataraxia perhaps. Past few years I have became more solivagant and sturmfrei,sometimes feel myself being a nefelibata, talking less and thinking more.

I have just finished my book and clouds are growing darker, I think they are all set to fall,geese are at far edge for now and little blue jay is nowhere,just a distant call of koel bird. Lake is quite calm and boats are now anchored on shores as a downpour is about to come. Stalls and pushcarts are all draped under thick plastic covers and apart from a cohort of half naked children running towards town, there's only me. Everyone has already taken a shelter but me. As I left my bench I heard something in those pine woods,a mellifluous intone. I tried to look back on those woods but it is quite dark there,dusk is an hour late but weather is playing tricks,I found no one,crooning has been stopped now. I have walked few meters towards the main road then I heard it again, A soft hum,calling out someone,a song with no words but only soothing tone, I'm unable to recall words but a name,My name,that voice is calling me but how it could be possible.A sensation grew in my veins. I haven't paid heed over it then and just started walking towards the town,but that voice started reverberating a loud,it is so Elysian that I have left the Main road and start walking towards the woods.

"Hello" is anyone there? no answer, only a silence. All of the sudden whole ambiance grown quite forlorn. Nobody was there in those woods,only me. Every leaf was quite,birds were nowhere, neither a hum nor a scream,Like a never ending sorrow lived there.

"I say Hello"


Then outburst a psithurism and a shadow crossed from a nearby pine, A scream echoed from no where and my heart stopped for a while, it was horrible,I turned around and start running towards town and didn't stop till I reach my hotel.

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Aniket Pant 3 years, 1 month ago

Like the story. Lovely picture!!

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Old Monk Replied to Aniket Pant 3 years, 1 month ago

Thank aniket...I am glad you like it 😊

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Jay Boggess 3 years, 1 month ago

Nice image, musings & story! Thanks!

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Old Monk Replied to Jay Boggess 3 years, 1 month ago

Thanks a lot Jay... 😊

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Jay Boggess Replied to Old Monk 3 years, 1 month ago

My pleasure!

ps..thanks for "liking" my City Pier post!

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