Prophetess That day, the prophetess was roaming in the 6th street of the city. The avenues of the cosmopolis were washed in the rain of yesterday,'s cloudburst and some ice cubes had fallen and the church seemed empty from the outside but the traces of the congregation could be seen. Five almond trees stood in a row by the ancient road and leaves picked up under them. Much happened on these boulevard s,love,war, business, exodus..Many callants walked near the building that was made of red stones and blue frames on the windows. It was an old library, part of it was run down and some dogs were resting here. A vehicle lay in front of the portico that went to the inner part of the countryside distributing books from the main library .... He took his family to this place and they rented a car with a few other people. The car stopped in front of a museum. It was an old 18th century church, turned into a museum. There were beautiful paintings and Venetian doors. Archaeological depafitionary and church groups are discussing who should keep it in the future. There, she had to come frequently with her companions for contemplation ... He was raised to the most critical degree of grossness when he was in the army and served in two wars. The city appreciates its memory and it is in the eighteenth century an assembly that turns into an exhibition. You can see the commemoration of the warriors in the 19th century and tributes, some photographs. Where the clergyman stayed to lead the mass is directly regulated by a red window ornament. This gives the impression that there is some dialogue going on regarding the use of the issuing hall. A segment of the characters who sit there all the time are recounted characters and have families for various plots. Further back in time, some of the legends of the war returned home. One went to Westminster, the other in Leeds, another wrote a book. The wife of a war hero wrote two novels about his stay in the country. After a long time, the driver Ramankutty led them to the throne of Raja, an old guest house built by a lord who died in bygone times. There was a garden and an old rest house nearby and from there you have an aerial view of the whole place. Next to this statue of the sovereign who looked young with his sword and his shield and his big orange turban. It was a full-length statue and the ruler did not look like other kings of that time, he did not wear adornment. He would have been involved in a long fight against the British, finally giving up, and he would have been deceived by his own cousins, who had hidden an interest in the position of royalty and had secret alliances with the enemy's own table. A young couple was seen engaged in a trivial quarrel and finally decided to take another look into the deep valley and end up in a selfie. The organization receives additional funding for the movement sector. The social event of the visitors, the former personage of the meeting, was accompanied by his former comrade. They were old couples and were busy with an unprecedented nostalgic encounter. The lady was continually refreshed. During the break at the hotel, he tried to take part in a discussion with the couple. They came from UP (Uttar Pradesh), they said. He had visited all youth in his youth, had gone to the combination of ducts, snow-capped mountains and further into the estates when the brook began to pour out from a bed of ice It took a few hours for the group to get there because it was an old place of great social importance and, furthermore, you have the best overview of the valley from the top. The fog was building the atmosphere giving it an air of another world The vehicle turned right and entered forest areas. . The travelers finally rested. There was a garden that was part of the whole building of the past that the king had built in the past. It was a famous play center and Raja and his entourage visited this place for hunting in the valleys and forests below. From here you have a view of the entire valleys and the snow was constantly lurking in the trees, the sound of birds and the sound of the train encircling the valleys and forests in another state through a tunnel. At that time, the guide stated that the time had come to move and that the group of passengers arrived hesitantly in their place. Some have recently made friends these two days and shared many intimate things, as if they were friends for a long time. A young woman prefers to sit near the window and occasionally looks for something in her bag, opens a box of candy and chews contents. From time to time, when the vehicle was moving towards an ice zone, she adjusted the lid so that it did not bite. At the bistro, the vehicle stopped, he was exhausted and lying on the old cushion. There were only a few upholstered seats and the rest of the furniture was wood or steel. Meanwhile, his wife was looking for a toilet. The old couple sat next to him on another table and they returned to forgotten old subjects and gathered from memory the vigor and enthusiasm of those memorable days. According to their noisy conversation, he could say that their son was a doctor living abroad and that they were both out of date. They spoke in English and Bengali, and the lady wore the three of those white-red and metal bracelets that signified their cultural mooring. . After a few minutes, the car started and the passengers all entered. The road was crisscrossed and on both sides of the street there were private owners' plantations, usually theaters and espresso ranches. Sometimes teak woods, which were under the control of the state. The sky changed tone and some places there, dark mists moved. The driver was an expert in these roads and this was confirmed by the skill with which he drove with dexterity avoiding vehicles coming from the other side. There were workers coming from these plantations on both sides of the street and slowly they flooded small roads. There were some Buddhist centers on the way because the government had given asylum to establish their own centers of life when they lost their country of origin under foreign rule. The characteristics of the people and the styles of clothing were completely different from those of the natives. There was a steep climb and the vehicle coming from the opposite side managed not to collide and after taking breaks, it passed. After his passage, the driver gave a deep sigh to which the passengers echoed. On this trip, we met two tea and coffee shops and vendors selling tender coconuts. This was the starting point of the great river and he and his family were extremely enthusiastic about the whole trip. A few passengers, educated young men from the city, engaged in a conversation with him as if to appease the tedious walk they had hitherto conducted. . He recalled that the river was an extraordinary presence and that he had noticed his presence in various places and at different stages of his life. Finally they arrived at the end. This is where the vehicles parked, a small open field in the hill. From there, you have to climb steps to get to the source of the river. The moment he saw the real source of the great river, it surprised him in the sense that he had forgotten this basic lesson of everyday life that you should not start big to finish big. It's the opposite. The river is a living testimony to this fact, a tiny start and a grand finale. He looked at the source again and again. It was, however, only a small pond, deep and pure, gathering hidden streams of water gushing from the mountains above. The mountains are only a few hundred meters away. It is a large river that crosses a few states and widens at each destination, feeding miles of fields on both sides of the waterway. Here, every living thing could be inspired by the possibilities that are hidden from it. It was on his return from travel that he met the prophetess. They said that she prophesied and it went as planned. Anyway, when he saw her, she was just an ordinary young woman with charming eyes, a smile hidden on her lips and that could have left an engraving on the life of any man, and he was no exception ... - (From a fictional work in progress)
