I was still and the world around me was moving. I knew it
was an illusion of the ride, but I was not ready to accept the fact, because sometimes
it is better to watch a magic show without knowing the tricks. For a moment I tried to forget the fact and
enjoy those moving images. It was like watching a film in world’s best
theatre. Those illusions made it a
magical moment.
I and eleven of my friends, a dozen of young men in total
were going to a picnic. We were going to a hill station. The place was very
beautiful. I never saw a heaven but a heaven might look like that place. The
place had such an attraction that cannot be explained.
“But it can be captured.”
My mind reminded.
I took out my camera and started clicking. The place was
beautiful in my eyes but looked even better in camera eyes. I took the photos of hill, animals and
everything that came in front of my camera. My friends posed in different ways
for their next profile picture. The situation remembered me a quote once heard.
“Before photos are taken for memories but now for social
networks.”
We had a great fun in
the hill station. The solo tree in the hill placed a strong root in my
memories. The hill station was surrounded
by seven mountains. Those mountains were like Kailas, as showed in the films.
“Look at the red jeep. It is standing on the top of that
mountain.”
My friend shouted, like
he was seeing sun in the midnight. Every one of us shouted and waved at them.
We were not able to see anyone except the jeep. At that time one of my friends
came up with an idea of using my camera. He was right. The persons in the jeep
were clearly visible in my camera. There were two people, a boy and a girl.
“Keep observing them. You may get a hot video.” One of my
friends suggested.
What my friend said was against my ethics. So I switched my attention
on my friends and started clicking their group photos. But I was curious about
what they might be doing on that lonely mountain. I couldn't control my
curiosity and shifted my focus on them.
They were standing on the edge of the mountain. He was
saying something to her. They both kissed for a minute and hugged each other.
Later he placed his hand on her hand and both faced me. I took a picture of
that sweat couple. The picture was very romantic; I viewed it for a quite long
time. But I was not fully satisfied; I wanted to take one more. I focused my
camera back on them.
The mountain was same as before but those two were missing.
The red jeep was still standing on the same spot. The couple disappeared in
less than a minute. I didn't wanted to be a sadist; but I couldn't stop my mind thinking negative. The sweet couple vanished from the mountain by making me the only witness of their departure.
The time was passing and the sun started hiding behind the
mountains. The red jeep was still standing on the same spot but no one showed
up around that. At the end of the day every one of us were tired and nobody
wished to stay in that heaven, except those two. We safely returned to our
houses with nothing except the memories. The day ended with a sleep for tired
body.
Next day I released the memories hidden in my camera. Those
images made me to fly in my dreams except one photo. It was a photo of the
mountain that swallowed the couple. It brought me to the ground. After that day the picture of the mountain
became my nightmare. Although it haunted me like a ghost I liked to see the picture because every time I look into it, my eyes
search for the red jeep and the jeep takes me to the sweet couple in my
memory.
