My Story:Tripurti Part 10

I believe Tripurti will confront the unexpected challenges or rather may get lost there because the place remains mysterious without any piece of the information that can be accessed neither from the internet nor from the human. The exact words I received  from my chief editor was"Explore and untie the truth behind Tripurti."He might know something in depth about the village but my question is why does he appoint me to take up this job?Also, his death appears mysterious as Tripurti too and the police are still investigating . Really hope to get relieved from my doubts upon exploring the place."Sharma!Sharma!Hey, buddy wakes up, we have arrived at the hotel!"Aadhi's voice seem dampen.                                                                              

"Humm looks like I went into deep sleep.I'm sorry Aadhi, finally we have reached the place", seem I drowsed into a deep sleep with all my thoughts running in the head.

"Ouhh.....not exactly. Remember I told you that we will be refreshing in the hotel before going Tripurti. This is the hotel, we shall stay here today and begin our journey tomorrow morning. Plus, I had to get my car park here because we need to cross the forest for about 45minutes according to the helper," says Aadhi while he busy dropping his luggage from the car.

"Sounds good! I need some rest too before jerking into this onerous task. Between thanks Aadhi for your kind help."

"No worries buddy. Let's pray for the smooth journey in the upcoming days with the grace of God. Let's get in the hotel, "Aadhi marched ahead towards the counter.

A small hotel with a village setting, thus irrational to expect 5-star comforts. Should be fine for a night, I just need to take some refreshing shower and sink into the bed. A good rest for a journalist would be very useful to expand my writing creatively. This reminds me of the advice from my senior lecturer on the last day of the semester, "Journalism is purely from fact and objective. But good journalism stems from the expansion of the creativity of a journalist."Very true, I been sailing well in my courier partially due to my creative mind but of course I believe that I do exhibit other virtues of journalism too.

A bellhop boy approached me to help out with our bags to the room. Just a one storey building, looks very unusual but seem decent and clean. We got a separate room but just next to each other, Aadhi excused him to the room while I waiting for the boy to open the door with a rusted key. The room was pretty small which fit a single bedroom , along with a wall mirror, a small window facing the bed with dusty curtains and a tiny bathroom. This might be notorious if I planned to stay longer but just nice for a night stay plus cheap too. Even the little comfort the room has to offer did not peace my mind which kept chattering about so many pieces of stuff. The cold water shower shivers me little but turns out to be really soothing , perhaps for the little perturbance, I'm experiencing now. The cold breeze through the window tempted me to jump into the bed to initiate my sleep for a fresh awakening both from sleep and thoughts! 

To be continued.....