The Cursed Shepherd

 

It was a beautiful morning on the Himalayan mountains. The sun was on it’s zenith and so there were hardly any chances of hailstorm; that was predicted by the monks of the nearby temple. I had decided to take my flock of sheep to the far side of the local stream. The trip was bound to discover some new dwellings out of this expedition. On my way to the obscure destination, I met Ali, a villager and an acquaintance. He said,” Aren’t you afraid of the monks deterrent?” “I better be a cur. “, I replied. I had failed to understand who provided the monk with that hoax premonition, but a few drifts of the sun supplied me with the answer.

When I approached the grazing area, the trip broke out into the unfortunate woods. I sat under the shed of one of the trees to enjoy the show of those animals merrily destroying the trees accompanied by the view of seven, lush green hills. The camphoraceous smell of the trees was enough to bring me to sleep. However, I was awaken by yet another smell but this time, not of trees but of a cancerous seed that was germinating someplace close. On the top of one of the seven hills, a grey coloured cloud was condensing, gradually. I think the monk was right. The only unusual part about that host of grey smoke was that it’s origin from the earth was visible from my mortal eyes. I escorted the flock home and planned an expedition to that unholy hill after lunch.

‌It took me about an hour to reach my destination and this time a specified one. With every step of mine, the smoke of negative vibes grew denser. When I had reached the top, I noticed dark, brown coloured, movable dwellings, ones which almost matched the colour of the soil. I felt presence of certain people nearby. As precaution, i hid behind a tree nearby the base camp. Few men wearing khaki clothes appeared in the scene but i wasn’t familiar with that khaki dress. Sooner or later, their actions and language presented me with an excerpt of the situation and now i could tell the whole story to the police. “Hailstones! Hailstones!”, I shouted on the way back to the village. The army men unexpectedly took action with arbitrary of my narration. No sooner did I tell the officer about the same, than the contingent of army men was bound to the hill top. The quondam echoes of gun shots had soon manipulated the ears of villagers and thus began the bloodiest war of the India subcontinent region.

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2 thoughts on “The Cursed Shepherd

  1. I just skimmed through your post and the word you used are wow. And I must say, it really cool, it that gives people a chance to think about life.

    Please keep the motivational word coming.

    Thank you so much for adding an inspired words to me this morning.

    #PATRICKSTORIES
    Peace ✌and Love ❤

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