My Story:Tripurti
Part 5
Belt off and cleared from the seat with my backpack.Nabeen and her mother wished to stop at the nearest prayer area so I hugged them and made my way to the luggage belt. Was suddenly shaken like a bolt from the blue when someone gripped my left hand hard. Extremely shocked to discover that Nabeen's inaudible mother standing at my back by clutching my hand forcefully."Ohh! I got shocked, how can I help you, aunty," the shock still tremble while maintaining a smile to approach her."Dear young lady, you needed help most right now not me! Return to your origin to save your life or else hell is waiting to house you," her voice was stern and she speaks like a cosmic reader."I beg your pardon. Please help me to lose your grip and also help me to clarify what are you saying."
"Don't ask me further, run away from this place back to your mom's comfort if you love to live longer," she walked hurriedly towards her daughter and grandchild despite I call her to wait. I do not want to stop her further because I am very sure that she will never want to communicate with me anymore. However, her action may seem weird but she aims to give me a clue that the Tripurti is really mysterious and dangerous too. But how did she knows about the place? When did she go there? What bad experiences could she meet to take it seriously? Millions of questions crumbled my peace of mind while walking with heavy luggage to search Mr Raj's person to assist my stay in Tripurti.I missed my name board while reminiscing Nabeen mother's strange behaviour and speech.
"Miss Sharma!Miss Sharma! Come over here," a tall, dark man waved at me while broadcasting my name. Nice to meet you, Ms Sharma.I'm Aathi, came behalf Mr Raj and will be helping your stay in Tripurti.Welcome to India!" his warm handshake soothes my mind's pace a little.
"Ohhh, nice to meet you too Mr Aarthi! Sorry, I missed the name board and thank you very much for your assistance, "my eyes kept roaming if I can spot Naveen and her mother somewhere before I leave the airport.
We walked towards a white Toyota Innova parked right in front of the arrival door. I dumped my backpack and luggage at the backseat and jumped into the seat to begin the journey."How was your journey? I'm sure you are tired, do you want to get some refreshments ?"
"Thank you Mr Aarthi, I'm pretty surfeit with the cabin meals so maybe later. How long does the journey to Tripurti take?"I queried Aarthi just figure out if I can refresh myself and change the clothes.
"Between you may call me Aarthi, no need to be so formal. The journey takes approximately 14 hours but I will be stopping in a hotel near Tripurti so you can rest and refresh," his answer was as if my mind voice echoed loudly.
"Sure, how are you related to Mr Raj?"
"Mr Raj is my boss, I'm working as a journalist in his company," I'm glad that I will be spending this few weeks with a person in a similar stream as mine.
"Well, I have done some research about this place but could not get absolute information due to the fear of sharing regarding the place by the nearby occupants. Honestly, we are endangering ourselves but ..........
To be continued..........
"Don't ask me further, run away from this place back to your mom's comfort if you love to live longer," she walked hurriedly towards her daughter and grandchild despite I call her to wait. I do not want to stop her further because I am very sure that she will never want to communicate with me anymore. However, her action may seem weird but she aims to give me a clue that the Tripurti is really mysterious and dangerous too. But how did she knows about the place? When did she go there? What bad experiences could she meet to take it seriously? Millions of questions crumbled my peace of mind while walking with heavy luggage to search Mr Raj's person to assist my stay in Tripurti.I missed my name board while reminiscing Nabeen mother's strange behaviour and speech.
"Miss Sharma!Miss Sharma! Come over here," a tall, dark man waved at me while broadcasting my name. Nice to meet you, Ms Sharma.I'm Aathi, came behalf Mr Raj and will be helping your stay in Tripurti.Welcome to India!" his warm handshake soothes my mind's pace a little.
"Ohhh, nice to meet you too Mr Aarthi! Sorry, I missed the name board and thank you very much for your assistance, "my eyes kept roaming if I can spot Naveen and her mother somewhere before I leave the airport.
We walked towards a white Toyota Innova parked right in front of the arrival door. I dumped my backpack and luggage at the backseat and jumped into the seat to begin the journey."How was your journey? I'm sure you are tired, do you want to get some refreshments ?"
"Thank you Mr Aarthi, I'm pretty surfeit with the cabin meals so maybe later. How long does the journey to Tripurti take?"I queried Aarthi just figure out if I can refresh myself and change the clothes.
"Between you may call me Aarthi, no need to be so formal. The journey takes approximately 14 hours but I will be stopping in a hotel near Tripurti so you can rest and refresh," his answer was as if my mind voice echoed loudly.
"Sure, how are you related to Mr Raj?"
"Mr Raj is my boss, I'm working as a journalist in his company," I'm glad that I will be spending this few weeks with a person in a similar stream as mine.
"Well, I have done some research about this place but could not get absolute information due to the fear of sharing regarding the place by the nearby occupants. Honestly, we are endangering ourselves but ..........
To be continued..........
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