My Story:Tripurti Part 13

  

"Can you see over there! We are almost reaching, "Ashok pointed a seaview and alarming us that we are nearing to our task. I didn't expect the place closer to the sea, so could it be a fisherman village. My mind bushed with so many questions, though I know very well that the answer Is not too far . Aadhi remains calm, as always since I know him a few days now. He never excites for anything, from describing himself, either to the foods or maybe not for the place too. Probably, that is how a guy reacts to the situation, mostly buried within themself and rarely shown to others. In contrast, girls are very subjective to their emotions, likes and sensitive too to the people or surrounding. Just like how I respond. I rather express than engulf in myself which I believe notorious. The walk in the forest was nice and not as what I dream off. Finally, we reached the mysterious village where we were welcomed by a goat who lost it a group. Yet to see the sight of a human. We walked further along the seashores and I could see some houses with few mans stitching their nets, probably they are the fisherman about to go for fishing. Quite soothing with their warm smile though they did not greet us some flashed a clueless look and others did not even bother our presence there.

"I get you to meet our head first because we need to get his permission for your stay here. Also, please explain your intention of coming to our place too,"Ashok informed us before entering into a small village house not too far from the seashore. What will happen if he denied our stay there? For sure he wouldn't want us there because every story in a village kept guardedly by the villagers. That is the real reason that none knows the mystery hidden here. I believe the journalist might have chased to avoid the story coverage, otherwise, this place will be flooded by them and most probably Tripurti is no longer a symbol of mystery. Oh gosh! I wish can keep my mind in silent mode awhile to awaken my calmness to undergo this moment of truth.

An obese and firm build man with a straight face stepped out the house with Ashok looks like the village leader. Ashok approached us and mentioned that he is not willing to let us stay , he feels that our job are offensive to their beliefs. I expected this and knows very well about their mentality but I also have prepared myself to convince them, after all this situation is never a new one as a journalist. With hope, I walked towards the man and begin...

To be continued...........