He was sure he was lost. He had been trekking for hours now. He and some friends had decided to explore the mountains starting at dawn. He had separated from the group to take some pictures and now it had been almost three hours of wandering around mountain tracks with nothing but the birds and bees for company.
The most blissful of days , the autumn sun warm and pleasant. A gentle breeze and the beautiful colours of fall all around, reds, browns, yellows and maybe even a few golds. He was willing himself not to panic having lost signal on his mobile with only a bottle of water and few mars bars to keep going. Almost at the very top of a mountain track now ,he knew that he was definitely way of course.
Suddenly a gushing and gurgling, the unmistakable sound of water. A glimmer of hope – he could follow the stream to see if that led somewhere. He pushed past some bushes to a clearing and saw the most breathtaking of scenes in from of him.The trees and bushes had formed a clearing almost as if somehow they knew to obstruct such a view would be a sin. There were mountains towering around in every direction and the stream turned out to be a roaring torrent of water falling down the mountain’s edge to the valley beyond. He was so high up the clouds formed a fog around him. But the thing that held his gaze was a girl standing at the very edge taking pictures of the waterfall. Yippee he wasn’t alone! She was the strangest sight though. He could have sworn she had almost every colour of the rainbow on her. The worst dress he had ever seen. She was equally shocked to see him. He exclaimed how relieved he was to see her and she listened intently as he explained his predicament. She said that she knew the way back although it was still a few hours back to civilization. She took the lead, he followed.
Dusk had set in and the buzzing of the mosquitoes was getting louder, shadows merging into the darkness of the trees. Eerie was an understatement but he didn’t care anymore. She entranced him completely, the wisdom in her comforting eyes in paradox to the innocent lines of her face. She didn’t speak much English but seemed to understand it well. A faraway country, a strange culture and differing mindsets but a kinship in those kind eyes, urging him to tell everything. And he did, everything, how his friends had to drag him on this trip, his problems at work, the months of depression that had preceded, his trouble getting back to the living after his dad had passed. The strange aura about her comforted his troubled soul and this was one journey he didn’t want to end.
The lights of the campsite were visible now but this was one time the darkness held more comfort. He had to hold onto to very moment. She said she was leaving early the next day and that they should keep in touch. Should he ask for an address? He couldn’t bring himself to ask for more and neither could she.
Sometimes one had to lose their way to find it, in more ways than one. Some relationships last a lifetime, some over in the blink of an eye. Does that make them any less profound? He woke up oddly healed knowing there would be more journeys and more lost ways.
Would there always be an angel in the colours of the rainbow to show him the way?
He was going to wait and see.
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