Rahman - 4th Issue

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“Well… not actually. I met an old man in the path. He was a sacred walker too. He told me about the southern hill before dying. Like the hill is covered with grass and bushes and discrete trees. Except that, the hill is almost barren. Some rabbits, porcupines, dears may be found there.”

“What’s the specialty? That’s almost the description of any other hill.”, asked Rahman.

“Wait… Let me complete first. There is absolutely nothing special about the hill in the morning. It is just like any other hills scattered all around. But as soon as the sun goes down everything changes.”

“Changes to what?”, asked Rahman.

“Now if you interrupt me any further, I wont speak another word. Please shut up and listen to me when I am talking”, Ziah got furious at Rahman. She probably had a hobby of getting furious at people, any time, any where and on whatever reason.

“No, no. I am sorry. Please continue”, Rahman apologized although there was no apparent fault of himself. Apologizing had got into Rahman’s blood.

“Yes, everything changes with the sunset. Bushes becomes grand doors, small hillocks become great palaces, rabbits become sentries, porcupines become heavily armed guards and a live city appears out of nowhere. And in the middle of the city there is a big castle. A castle guarded by soldiers of the flip side.”, said Ziah.

“You mean something as bizarre as this actually happens?”

“If you think I am lying, then you are free to believe whatever you like. Haven’t you seen enough bizarre things already?”

It was true. Whatever was happening around Rahman was actually too bizarre to believe. Rahman said, “It’s not that I don’t believe you. But if everything changes with the sunset how come none of the people know about it. If the barren hill changes to a lively city as the sun sets, the southern hill should be a famous place, no? how come none of the people haven’t yet noticed anything?”

“That’s because the change is visible only to the chosen ones. Only the sacred walkers can see the city and the castle. Other people just sees the hill as it is.”, said Ziah.

“Ok, this makes sense. And it almost matches with the riddle in the parchment and what the Bhaisaab just said. But tell me,..."

“what riddle? And what parchment?”

Rahman told her everything about the first stop and the parchment he got inside the bread.

“Wow! You have a handful of resources then.”, Ziah chuckled.


(May be continued...)