The once again

This was around April 2017. Towards the end of the month, the three of us, Rita, Jansari and I, planned to go to a place called Namje in Bhedetar to eat dhindo.

We also had to go Itahari on the same day.But it was not a coincidence that it happened on the same day, we had made that plan out of joy at the completion of a special task.

Namje was a very favourite place for three of us. We often went there on special days.

Another special reason why Namje was our chosen place was because it had clean, beautiful scenery, friendly locals, fruit and vegetables produced from organic fertilisers, and a cool environment.

According to our scheduled schedule, Rita and I were scheduled to leave Dharan for Itahari on Rita's scooter 10am that day, and then Jansari leave the Dharan for Bhedetar at 11 am . The three of us had a plan to gather at Bhedetar and go to Namje together

We left for Itahari on time. But the work could not be completed in the expected time. The work that could have been done in 30 minutes was completed in about 1hour.

Then, we immediately set off  our destination.

At the exact moment, Jansari calls me and says she has already reached Bhedetar. After explaining why we were late, she agrees to wait for us there. We also feel reassured ofter listening to her.

Rita was riding her scooter at a high speed.  I was sitting behind Rita, and feeling bad about being late.

We had just crossed the Tarhara and were inside the Charkoshe forest. It was about 12 o'clock in the day. We were silent and the road was empty and deserted.

We were continuously riding our scooters on the forest path. Suddenly, I saw a boy standing under a  tree many branches, looking at us. The boy was only about 20 meters away from us. The boy's forms became clearer as we got closer.

The boy, who was so handsome, had both his hands in the pockets of his jeans pent.

The boy of medium height, with an Indo-European face, fair complexion,  bearded, a thin body, looking about 25 years old, wearing a black checkshirt, carrying a black bag on his back was constantly staring at us.

Standing like this on the side of a public road, during the day, is not unusual, nor is it impossible.

I guessed that the boy must have been standing on the side of the road for some reason, waiting for vehicle.

We were continuing on our way. The distance between us and that boy was also being less on.

Finally, the time came where we were seen up close.

At that moment, I saw a mysterious smile on the boy's face , which made me feel uneasy. There was a hint of fascination and intimacy in that look and smile. The boy's face, smiling with a wave of white teeth, looked as if he was trying to say something.

I found the boy's indecent behavior inappropriate because such behaviour from a stranger is suspicious, and it is rude and strange to stand on the side of the road and stare at others while laughing.

We continued on our way. This experience was not ordinary. I was terrified by the boy's strange antics.

So I started looking carefully, back and forth, left and right. I started listening attentively to the tiniest sound.

I wanted the road to be filled with vehicles in with their loud horns echoing around, but nothing like that had happened, the road was still deserted.

Just then, Rita stopped the scooter. She said there was something wrong with her eyes. She took a handkerchief from her bag and wiped her eyes, then we continued our journey

We kept moving forward, steadily increasing,and then I saw that boy again, standing under that same tree looking at us. It was almost impossible.

Everything was exactly the same as what I saw just a short while ago.

It was like the same scene from the movie had been re-taken.

But this experience of seeing the same scene over and over again was real, and we were not fictional or movie characters.

Time was moving in our experience and we were not stuck in one place, and also we were mobility.

Only a short time ago, I had witnessed that boy's gaze, his awkward smile, his presence up close.

Once again he was looking at us the same way, and I was looking at him same as before.

It was like a strange maze, like the world of a hypocrite. Like a trick created by someone intentionally, like a web of illusion created by a deceiver.

Now, we were both becoming the victims of that same hypocritical spectacle, a spectacle that the sly boy was enjoying, and  playing with.

But this time the situation was not the same as before. Instead of any curiosity, there was more fear and a feeling that something had was going to happen.

When Rita saw the boy again, she said to me in surprise," that boy was down there, how did he get here before us,?. There are no vehicles  running ñon the road, and tree and the place are all the same, how did this happen,?"

Hearing the same thing from Rita, I felt like my suspicions were confirmed. My heart began to ache even more. The unanswered questions became more and more confusing.

Controlling myself, I replied to Rita,"I feel the same way. Don't look at that boy, just look at the road and ride scooter."

Hearing Rita say,"Yes" felt like a huge boost to me.

Rita must have been a really brave girl. Even in such an unbalanced stage of mind , she was keeping the scooter under control and driving safely on the road.

It was a strange coincidence that no vehicles had appeared on the road until that time.

Everything was becoming mysterious, like someone's conspiracy theory.

Our second meeting was approaching. We were moving towards it as if we were lost in the rhythm of some unknown puzzle and I was constantly watching that boy.

As our distance grew shorter, the boy's face began to change and look happier.

I kept watching and was shocked to see the changed appearance again.

But when I saw his white teeth ready to smile, my patience reached it's limit, and I squeezed my eyes shut in  fear.

After a short distance, Rita told me to look back at the boy.

I was still restless, so somewhat confused, I said to Rita," Don't say such things, just pay attention to the road."

Only looking at the road, Rita kept riding the scooter, and I kept my eyes closed until I reached the Tinkune Dharan.

In the last,

For us such an unfavorable situation, the creation of favourable deception, and illusions may mean that it can be extremely profound and low -level jokes.

It also be a way for some mischievous and evil twin boys to have fun by standing on the side of public road and acting out. inappropriate behaviour, making fools of everyone.

The fact that the road was empty and deserted for such a long time to with not a single vehicle in sight, could be just a coincidence, or it could an unnatural act.

Rita and I had same idea about the place, the tree, and the boy , that we might both be victims of mental hallucinations, or that it might actually be someone's malicious plot.

Or , this may be one of the most unique scandals heard from the time to time, about the Charkoshe jungle.

                                    If it was just a joke we it is reprehensible, and other than, that it is necessary to be serious and attention.