They walked and walked for days to reach a remote valley, a river was flowing with verdigris hue, a small village was spotted from the cliff they standing, slate stone thatched roofs intermittently appeared among the wide panorama of snow-capped mountains.
Rahul had a hunger to devour a full-grown yak, for two days he survived on small berries that Baba approved to be edible. Baba was not showing signs of hunger; he sat there pointed towards the village.
“Go fetch some potatoes and daal from the village”. He said.
Rahul dug deep into his Leather jacket and found no penny to buy those things.
“What happened? Got your feet frozen?” Baba ridiculed, “Go and find food if you don’t want to die out of hunger.
“I have no money with me”
“Ha…ha…ha…” Baba began to laugh, shaking his thick dread
