From the pen-APN
In the stealth of a moonless night, my vehicle was climbing
down Kalinga Ghat. The hills that stood by the sides of the road were hardly
visible as thick fog had covered the Ghat road. The fog was so thick that
anything was hardly visible beyond 15 meters. It was the month of May and such
heavy fog in the night was unexpected.
I groped my limited knowledge of Geography. I remembered some
content of my Geography textbook which I used to read during my class 10. It
said that what is perceived as fog by the people at the top of mountain looks
like cloud to the people at the foot of that mountain.
My speed was reduced to sub 20 km/hr because I was now
piercing through the thick layers of water vapors. The windshield wiper of my
car was rhythmically cleaning the windshield. I wanted to stop my car and get
down and click a half dozen of photos in the headlamp of my car but my friend who
was accompanying me discouraged me from doing so.
Getting out of the car in that foggy night amidst the wilds
of the hills was enchanting but it had some risks too.
“Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.” I realized the meaning of this maxim, in real
sense, when I had to accede to the requests of my friend.
I stayed inside the car with the doors shut but I shot a
short video of that foggy night through the windshield and I had to remain
contented without having the feel of the cloud/fog vapors on my skin.
“Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains."
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