C'mon, just a few more steps.
I had posted a photograph of hands sometime back. Remember?
Meet Stanling, the man behind those sinewy hands. Meet him, for he is also the man who helped us get back to base from the root bridge. It was a daunting walk, and well I, I have to really work on my stamina. Stanling doesn’t. Before starting the journey back up those 3500 steep steps, I had but one simple goal- keeping up with the Stanling (pun intended). Not easy friends, not easy. But as they say, bigger the obstacle, bigger the fruits of labour. Quite literally, we devoured a huge jackfruit on the way, straight from the tree. We stopped and smelled the roses, well, leaves, lovely lemony leaves. All those left behind didn’t really fall into Stanling’s good books. I did. Ahem.
Him and I had conversations yes. Conversations in a language of gestures and expressions and body language, language not being a common denominator between us. Stanling defied gravity with our two bags (two heavy bags full of unnecessary things and regret), defied age, defied stereotypes.
That bag he’s carrying in the photograph? Two big watermelons in them, which unlike the jackfruit, he sternly decided not to share.