Bhadra turned back to find his two back-up soldiers dozing against the fence. But today, he turned back towards his village without any hint of joy.īhadra was alert, guarding the main entrance. On a normal day, Shiva would have smiled at the memory from a cheerful past that had been overwhelmed by the angst of the present. He still held the record in his tribe for the highest number of bounces: seventeen. He had perfected the art of throwing pebbles that bounced off the surface of the lake. Shiva remembered well his carefree childhood days. The numerous batde-scars on his skin gleamed in the shimmering reflected light of the waters. He squatted and perched his lithe, muscular body on the narrow ledge extending over the lake. But the sunset! He tried never to miss the sunset! On any other day, Shiva would have taken in the vista - the sun and the immense lake against the magnificent backdrop of the Himalayas stretching as far back as the eye could see. Shiva had seen a few sunrises in his twenty-one years. The brilliant giver of life was calling it a day once again. The clouds hovering above Mansarovar had just parted to reveal the setting sun. 1900 BC, Mansarovar Lake(At the foot of Mount Kailash, Tibet)
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