The Man with Mystery.

Unfortunate Past

He sighed, smiled, and chuckled within a moment and crossed the road. As he was moving on ahead with a faint smile on his face he saw a big gate welcoming him, he felt as if it was waiting for him and went inside with a much-widened smile on his face. He saw a large compound out there and lesser people than the Basantapur Durbar Square in there but he found it more beautiful than the Basantapur. He was moving ahead going in, but all of sudden he was feeling dizzy and was about to be unconscious but he immediately leaned on the wall aside and took a bar of chocolates, and sat in the nearby chautara. After a while, he was feeling better and he stood up and went to visit the place. With all this mess on his dreams and in his daily routine, he almost forgets that he has a sugar deficiency in the blood, in fact, he was suffering from a rare opposite disease of Sugar called, Hypoglycemia. His disease has almost no cure but the solution to the times he gets weaker. With the proper amount of glucose and sugar, he can withstand it and also get over it. Doctors used to claim it as a heredity disease but he didn’t give much attention to it as he had never known his father or any of the forefathers.

After he was all good to go he stood up and went ahead. He was in good mood now but quite amazed at how his disease hit him in that place. As he was moving ahead he got a feeling that this place was familiar and it felt much warmer in there. He saw a golden gate from where he was standing and moved ahead to that spot but he was stopped by some guards. They weren’t guards, they were Tourist Police that looked upon the activities done by the police and works in cooperation with the Metropolitan Police. He was taken by them and questioned about his arrival and asked for his tickets but he hadn’t done ticketing, soon he found himself in trouble he thought to himself but he was in the right place they made his ticketing. And left him to the same place from where he was picked by them. There was some kind of Brochure in his tickets as it was in Basantapur but with different names and different details. As going through it he found there was a museum in this Durbar Square too and decides not to visit this time as he might be in trouble again. Now then he proceeded to the Golden gate and went inside. Inside the golden gate, he was unknown of what’s waiting for him. It might have been better if he hadn’t been there in the first place but now that he is there the mystery gets more complicated with itself revealing to him.

He was weeping, tear rolled down his eyes fell to the ground. He was at the top of a certain hill with a small temple out there with no reach of people with any ease. His eyes widen, but suddenly he felt his eyes were cold and realized that he still has tears in his eyes and it’s still wet. He was looking down to an ancient city or a village but to a civilization that was built around the different rivers in the valley. He was now looking at himself and he saw some mysterious outfit and strangely fair skin in his hands. There was a bit trace of the mustache on his face and his beards were like they haven’t been shaved for a week. He also noticed there were a bunch of people waiting for him to speak all of whom were watching him with a gloomy and silent face. He looked at them gazed at the valley once again, and while doing that he noticed the beautiful mountains that were surrounding the hills and those hills were surrounding the valley. He opened his mouth to speak but suddenly felt dizziness and fell down.