I half know them. I wanted to be serious if my funny friend was not there. Driver's look of caricature must have taken my friend into nightmare. God damn! irritating boss still rests her butt majestically over the warmth of 1960s engine. She assures one crown .
We passed through the precipice of the tangled patches of roads through the jungles. I took my BABA(tobacco) and he started swabbing his lips, moistured by saliva and that dirty tongue. Driver was talking too much to steal the confidence of our boss. Unkempt geek still have to do somthing with his partial working tape.
Anyhow we got closer as passed. Just a day was enough to be a friend. May be I am nice or they are rather good. our journey began. I am trying to experience the civilian work. my stupid friend prepare for the interview. Elites, intellectual, middle class and destitute like me were entangled in a mess.
Sky blue Pajero(car) needs to be dumped in the river resembling same color. Abruptly it would stop on the steep restless road. somebody must have lost balance in the brain and starts vomiting. Reached somehow, not knowing where we are. shops are closed. muddy road with creaking gate lead us to the LG's office. Besides all day journey with wired back and intense pressure on the butts we had to make dinner. Had somehow and fallen asleep with little chats and shattering snores.
"Our task begins, she's with me. ummm.... I wont be bored." muttered within me. we walked down with her over sized shoes and kira(Bhutanese dress for women) pulled above ankle with her right hand and an umbrella on her left piercing the soft earth beneath. Stupid friends jumped over the slidde mass, and i was still holding her hand to guide. It was dusk when we were lost to find the road. i wasn't drunk but zonked of walking all the hills panting.
I just wonder, sometimes just smile and little help is good enough to nourish our relation. Many emotions have overwhelmed me. I felt in complete. It was difficult to challenge with time and love . It is an onerous thing to love for a person who lacks veracity and openness in this field. It remains concealed but reiterates within. Sometimes I had been despondent of ridiculous matter. I just feel like walking back through this memories.
Many started coupling and i was losing my friends. they would get lost by 4:30pm and returns seldom on dinner. I must have been boisterous trying to digress if filthy topic comes in. I would sing to the peak of my voice to tear the cord within. Huh...! Funny friends became my fan despite my sporadic denigrates in jest. It was insane, when one of my friend started loving my old schoolmate. They have been in the collge together for three years, yet he found this suitable. Wasn't it funny or fate bound them?
By evening i would get drunk. I would speak out what I hid and take out what I had. I would be in moribund state, lying within a drain or somewhere outside. In this plight Ugyen and Divya has been my succor waketo me and cover me at least.
It was grueling to climb the hills of Merak(place) and Nagchungla pass. 3800 meters reads the pale blue color on th half cave rock .Icy blades of wind are sliding over my cheeks and ear became thin. i felt thin really... Heart must have forgotten her beat because lips are turning blue. No...she must have forgotten only lips. Rest was fine.
Prior to these days, two days passed in the plains of Merak. Next would be for Sakteng(place). Much more beautiful place. I was mess captain of my troops. I woke up at 5:00am and everything was ready by seven. Horses and helpers came but our boss repudiated to the demanded amount. "whats wrong!" i thought. Just mater of hundred bucks. i was trying to be innocuous with him with great reverence, but somehow I broke his mood. That was spicy actually. I liked it.
As we moved two of the staffs of Merak came to see off us. He sang from the ridge below and I replied from the hill above. Heart of the stones must have melted besides two madam wiping their tears with their muffler. Besides so many grievances, I felt, I loved, cried hatted and enjoyed. I tried being emollient with her but once gone never returns in life. I sang last on the eve of our departure and she must have peeped through her translucent wine glass with emotions flooding her away. For now nothing remains but the memories of how we slipped, slided and walked through the PEBBLES AND THE MOUNTAINS....!!!!!!
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