25 July 2011 ,
Monsoon was in its full blow.Trees were swaying in cool storm with sky full of clouds looking dangerous. It soon broke into heavy rainfall.In the hearts of himalaya rain continued even on third day. No one even had a clue when its going to stop .Ramu's father was ill and there was nothing to cook in the house as well. He finally decided to go to local market on the other side of the hill.The shortest route was four kilometers long consisting of heavy forest in the midst .There was no chance for escape. He had to go to bring cereals and lentils for his family and medicine for his father. Ramu's mother was very upset and prayed to God to sustain rain even for half day but it only helped her to cry more.There was water all over, in the sky, on road, in the jungle, on mountains, on roofs and in her eyes. Mother showered five protective kisses on his forehead before he left home with a bag, a stick, some penny and strong determination. He reached market by twelve. In an hour or two he loaded his bag with essentials and his mouth with jaggery which was the cheapest sweet he could buy with left money. Playing through the puddles he was on the route back to home. Soon he left main road to take on a narrow road leading toward his village.Continuous rain had made walking difficult and it was even more tuff job to walk on wet mountain with cereals loaded on back. By the the time he crossed half of the jungle it was almost dark. Howl of wolf and jingle of crickets filled the air. Birds looked tired and monkeys shivering. Cold wind rubbed their whole day wet body .By now Ramu too had started to shiver.
