CHAPTER-22MITCHELL'S DIARY :
He led me towards the deeper part of the hill. There were lots of twists and turns and I could no longer see the museum and houses which had given me the assurance that I was still in a safe domain. I followed him nonetheless. I was walking behind him like I was in a trance. But I was highly aware of my surroundings. The trickle of sunlight was now gone and we were walking under a roll of angry clouds ready to rain any moment.
After what must have been ten minutes and what felt like ten hours, we stopped in front of a big rock. The rock was as big as a one-storeyed house and a large crack ran vertically down the rock like some kid had drawn a jagged line upon the rock. The hooded man had abruptly stopped in front of it and I stopped behind him. Silence prevai
