The choosen one

 Chapter:3

It was already late midnight when he completed the ancestral story of dreamland.We were sitting in yard, near fire, but fire was gone and dense smoke was filling around. I was thinking what Maya would look like or if I could see dragons and fairies. We could hear peached murmuring of insects. I stood up from a chair and went to the edge of yard,rubbing my teary eyes. "This smoke is really like onions" I complained. "It's always like this" he said pouring cold water on the smoky firewoods. I could see clear sky, dotted with gazillion stars. "It's so peaceful here" I looked at him. "Isn't it supposed to be everywhere?" he seemed to be confused. "It feels like I have never been to peaceful place before" I tried to remember. "Do you remember something?" he asked. "No, not yet!" I sighted. "We have to go to visit temple tomorrow."he added. I nodded.We went to sleep.

I woke up a little late next morning.I went outside, everything looked more beautiful than the day before. Sun was just waking up. The thing that I loved about the place is that it was neither too hot nor too cold. I washed my face and went to the kitchen. "You woke up late" lama said, passing me pirka to sit down.we had some ripe litchies and pears for breakfast. Then we got ready for the journey ahead. While leaving, lama didn't lock the house. "Aren't you afraid that someone might enter?" I asked looking at the door. He just smiled, nodded his head saying no. 

We walked up the hill continously for 10 minutes. I was out of breath.We took a short rest under a large peepal tree. We drank some water from nearby stream. Then we started walking down the hill. Lama explained me about the temple, it was gumba actually and about the monks there. "Do you know that oldest monk is more than 1000 years?" My father said that he was choosen as meadium by ancestral spirits"he added. I was little surprised but everything was possible in dreamland. "There is a monk,looks like you,who taught me to speak your language".Lama looked at me. I was really happy that I wasn't alone. "How did he get here?" I asked,delighted."They say that he fell from the sky".

There was a huge, beautiful river ahead. The sound of the river striking with flowing air sounded like some relaxing music. He asked to fold my pants and hold his hands. We crossed the river. "In monsoon, river get's very dangerous, last year it destroyed the bridge"he said,pointing at the broken bridge. We walked further. I looked back, river was far away. We were walking up the hill and I could hear bells at distance." It's up there"he said, pointing at the top of hill. I saw nothing except trees. I wanted to sleep Wright at the lap of hill. My legs were aching and there was whole hill to climb." Let's go"lama said loudly and I just followed.We were sweating though it wasn't hot, maybe it was my bag. We rested a while and continued walking up. I was starving by that time. When we finally reached at the top. I sat restlessly at the bench.

Lama came out from the temple, "Go inside," he said, wearing his slippers. "Aren't you staying here?" I asked. "I will go visit my cousins, it's near from here, I will see you shortly". He said. I felt bad to part with him. He smiled and went around the temple, I couldn't see him anymore. I looked at the way we came from.I could see huge mountains far away and the cloud was floating above the valley and river. Cold breeze passed through my body hugging me for few seconds. I took off my shoes, kept them down on the floor and walked inside. People were praying, walking around, statues to statues with aagarbati in their hands. There was a huge golden statue of Buddha, just at the Centre. "You are the one that was found in river?" someone said from behind me. I turned around. He was that same monk,who taught lama to speak our language. He was on his late 30's or 60's or 90's... Who knows? We went inside of the temples. We were at the gate of large monastery. I couldn't believe how well hidden it was inside the temple with other temples.

As I was about to enter, I realized that I forgot to pick up my bag from the bench outside the gate. "You should take care of your belongings", he said, giving me my bag that a young boy brought. We went inside. I wished I could've remembered something to compare. It was beautifully designed with carvings. There were many monks chanting peacefully on the polished floor. We went through the hall to the second hall separated by wooden wall with beautiful flowers. There were monks in a circle discussing about something. I couldn't believe my eyes that there was one wrinkled face monk, the monk supposed to be of 1000 years. But he looked like he was in his 60's. My brain was willing to explode while I tried to calculate the time and age that was changing for him. The old monk looked at us. "You are here,  finally" he said in a soft calm voice. I brought both of my hands together, bowed down a little, and said namaste. Just as the way the monk beside me did. We sat down kneeling on the floor. I was looking at the monk wondering how he knew my language. "I can speak hundreds of language", old monk said, looking at me. It took no time for me to understand that he could read mind. "How was your journey?" he asked. "It was nice", I said looking down. I was afraid to think about anything else. He could read my thoughts and I didn't wanted to be the negative person. Monks started talking within themselves and obviously I don't know the language. I looked around, there was a window, to my right. Then, suddenly, something unbelievable happened... A flying broom entered through the same window. It was carrying a letter. One of the monk stood and untied the letter from the flying broom. It then went back through the window. I looked at monks, they weren't any surprised as I was. Monk passed the letter to the old monk. He opened it, and read loud, "The Choosen One".Everybody looked at each other, monks were looking at monks, I was looking at the monk beside me and he was looking at me. Then,the old monk looked at me and said in a loud voice, "You Are The Choosen One".