My Lost Scarf
I like
exploring new places. I love how most of them turn out to be exciting and
astonish me. Mind you – I am talking of places which are less visited, mostly
of scenic beauties in nature, not one that has not been explored yet. But one
that doesn’t have enough pictures, very few outsiders except the locals visit
that area.
I must have
explored more than 20 such places, all within 60 kms of Cuttack. The
information of such places comes as word of mouth along with stories. It came
to me from my friends who might have gone there or from friends who have come to
study at Cuttack. There are various types of stories that I got to hear – of
good, bad, astonishing, and even ghostly experiences.
A few years
ago, I went to a place called Munduli with my boys’ group. It is an astonishing
beauty hidden away from the people of Cuttack. There is a place where there are
dozen of peacocks. They inhabit in a deserted Odisha Police firing range.
Infact the firing range was functional when they were first seen and the Police
decided not to use that place anymore and they feed the birds out of their
personal money and with donations of visitors.
Right after
crossing that, there is a beautiful hill (the reason for firing range being
there) that is climbable with a little effort. We all did some effort and
reached the top. The view and the wind were mesmerising. I remember all of it,
even today. We had carried tea in a thermos flask. We thought it would be best
to do, looking at our adults (Guess who now wants to be a kid again). There,
while sitting and sipping tea, I kept my scarf aside.
Those days,
I was new to using a scarf. Learning different ways to tie it matching to the
attire. I love the dual function it has – saving me from cold and making me
look better and stylish. I had taken one of my favourites with me that day.
While we
completed drinking and then repenting about not getting a camera or a camera
phone with us, we walked down. Lost in the conversation, I left my scarf there.
I remembered it after I had reached home, some 40 kms away. I couldn’t have
possibly gone back. With sadness, I let it go.
A few days back,
one of my friends visited the place. I got to know about it from Instagram. He
found a scarf quite similar to mine, in a pit along with other discarded
elements. It was visible from the hill and appeared as if someone had thrown
it. I recognised it when he sent me the pictures. I was both sad and happy. I
knew I couldn’t possibly go back to get it because it wasn’t in a condition to
be used anymore.
But I was
happy to some extent. I am not sure what the reason was behind it. It felt like
I have found something that warms my heart, even though it isn’t with me. I
found my lost scarf, to lose it forever.
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