[wanderernomad]

Thanks for all the encouraging words. I have the pictures but my computer at home was not working properly earlier. It is now. Will have the pictures up today evening.

The next day once again the sun rose bright and claded the hilss around Pooh in that golden hue which is to be seen to be believed. No one waits for the breakfast to be served, the excitement is just too much. Harried baths a cup of tea and off they go. Near Khab they encounter a bus which looks too familiar. It should they had been staring at it for the last two days at the other side of the slide. Could it be true afterall?
Yes. The road was opened for traffice at 6 the previous evening and the vehicles made to cross. Was it waiting for just these travellers to leave before relenting? Was it fate or coincidence that the blockade which had broguht life to a standstill for the last 3 days get cleared in 30 minutes once the travellers left the scene?
As they raced towards the Malling Nullah dust could be seen rising in the distance valley. Was it GREF or Malling baba at work, noone would dare to hazard a guess. They prayed and hoped that it would be the former trying to widen the road for heavy traffic.
As they turned a corner the cruel hand of fate wiped the smiles, the excitement and thier dreams in one swift stroke.