It was a cold wintry night. There was half the moon shining. The sky was endowed with glittering stars, dancing in their own music and beauty. It was very calm and quiet as if the silence had captured the night.
I was walking along the road all alone towards my home with a stick and a bag in my hand. There was no one to talk to. So, I murmured to myself, "OM MANI PEME HUNG"(chant in my religion when your scared) to bring out my strength and guts to move forward. I could...