Final Journey of that old man had already started in his mind
This time he knew, he was going to win
He had to climb till the end
He could not sleep throughout the night
He got up early, got dressed up and waited for the sun to bloom
This time he chose to walk alone, though no one in his family supported this idea
Feeling of restlessness arose and he thought of starting before dusk
He lifted his already packed sack (bag) on his shoulders
These shoulders had become somehow weak now
But now his willpower
He saw his 5 year old granddaughter sleeping on the bed
He felt content, blessed and weak at same time
But he decided to continue, as there were still some stones left unturned in his life
He reached local bus stop. Paid for the bus ticket and settled down on the window seat
Enthusiastic and restless like a 16 year old boy
He didn't want to miss any moment of this journey
So he clicked pictures of possibly all things he could see from the window
He didn't have a wink of sleep in his bus travel of 15 hrs
He got down from the bus , hired a small room in a motel
Took bath had dinner and a started the final journey
It was dark - in fact night had just started
But now no one could stop this OLD child
He packed some biscuits, chips, fruits and water in his bag,
He hanged his camera in his neck and started walking through the dense jungle
This was the same place which was just behind his school
And all his school life he wanted to explore his place
Neither he nor his friends have ever dared to,
Walk through that dense jungle to make to that mountain top.
Every time they bunked school to climb the mountain
they would stop themselves from entering the jungle as
they have heard many scary stories about the place
After finishing the school he had almost everyday dreamed of climbing that mountain tip
Neither that urge left him nor his dreams
BUT today
Today was a different day,
Today he was neither scared of any animal eating him nor of any GHOST gulping him down
Today there was no fear
No even the fear of death
He started his journey
Any whatever things he could see with help of his torch light looked beautiful to him
He kept walking,
He kept walking
He reached to a small river, it was early morning and he removed his clothes
Had bath and had his breakfast
He lied down had a small nap
And again made himself fresh for the rest journey
He kept walking till he reached mountain base
Now he was at the final stage of his dream
He felt very elated and very tired
He again lied down, used his sack as pillow
Though he felt tired he could not close his eyes
Through-out the night he kept gazing at the peak
He wanted to start climbing, but by now his legs had given up
So the idea of resting was right one
Early morning he again started his journey
Journey towards his dream
He kept climbing; his legs were almost dead now
But the endpoint kept him moving
He gave up idea of eating anything and wanted to reach before night
May be 20 kms more he calculated in his mind,
Slowly the distance narrowed to 10 kms
Then 5, 3, 2
Finally the last few steps
he made it
he reached to the top
he shouted and laughed and shouted and laughed and shouted and laughed
he kissed the lifeless mountain again and again and when the night was at its peak he slept with a content heart , and a smile on his face
At his home, in the morning granddaughter saw his grandpa lifeless on bed with a tear rolling down his cheeks
She kissed him and cried and saw the packed sack just at the right corner of room
