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If only I listen...
If only I listen...
If only I listen to the forest ranger, we will
not lose in this thick scary forest.
“We’re
lost,” Rahim said in a barely audible whisper.
“Why
don’t we follow the trail?” Johan suggested in same tone.
“There
is no trail to follow,” I snapped with a flicker of irritation. “Rahim is
right, we’re lost in this jungle.” We sat sadly. Suddenly we heard loud peals
of thunder. The long branches of trees started gesticulating wildly in the
storm. Sheets of water cascaded from the sky. We ran for cover and the darkness
was slowly enveloping the jungle.
“We
will find our way out here tomorrow,” my voice broke the silence.
“That
is, if we survive the night,’ Rahim murmured. Overcome by a
hopeless sense of
despair, we floundered. We crawl under some shady trees to spend the night.
Although we were exhausted, we could not rest our minds and bodies. The hours
dragged by.
At
daybreak, we decided to walk again. The ground was soggy after the downpour of
the previous day and we could not ignore the gnawing pains of hunger and
thirst. Suddenly above the silence of the jungle, we heard the gurgling sounds
of water. Then from a leafy screen, we saw the glistening of a winding, silver
stream. After quenching our raging thirst, we continued walking until we came
upon a footpath. Our spirit rose. The thought of being reunited with our
families were uppermost in our minds. Our pace quickened.
After
an hour’s walk, we reach a junction. Ahead was a bumpy road littered with
potholes filled with water. Then, from the distance came the spluttering sound
of engine of a vehicle. As it came into sight, we saw an old pick-up truck
driven by an old farmer.
“Want
a ride?” the old man asked.
“Yes,”
we replied simultaneously. We climbed the pick-up truck. It was a
bumpy ride
but we did not mind.
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