The windshield wipers were moving fast to fight off the heavy raindrops. The hairpin bends in the road were refusing to end. Darkness was starting to set in, much earlier than usual. All these were posing a big challenge for Neeraj. He was trying to brave the incessant rains; his eyes were constantly on the odometer to check how much distance was left to reach the downhill. But they had merely covered 24 kilometers; still 72 kilometers were left. Nervousness started to build up in his mind.
But little did that bother Nimisha. She kept seating there nonchalantly, unfazed by the hostile weather conditions outside. Putting her feet on the dashboard, she was busy sliding the mobile screen up and down ─ shortlisting the photos clicked in this trip, which she planned to upload on Facebook.
Neeraj and Nimisha are both techies, working in big multinational software firms in Gurgaon, a suburb of Delhi. Married for 3 years, they are doing really well in their career and life. With a big 3 BHK apartment in a posh locality of Gurgaon, overly fat paychecks and a huge bank balance backed by their wealthy backgrounds, they have quite managed to become objects of envy among their friends and colleagues. Popular as travel bugs in their social circle, they say work hard, travel harder is their success mantra. And they religiously chant this mantra once in every quarter. This trip was also a part of this devotion. Taking 2 days off from work and clubbing it with the weekends, they had planned a 4-day trip to Nainital and Ranikhet. But this time all the planning went wrong.
Neeraj cursed Nimisha’s manager in his mind. Had he not called Nimisha in the morning and urged her to cancel tomorrow’s leave, they would not have had to cut short the trip. They had planned to spend the night in Ranikhet today and return to Delhi tomorrow morning. He thought, Nimisha could have said no. This trip was planned and informed to her manager a quarter back. So there was no point submitting to his pressure in the middle of the trip. When the news of client visit was not communicated to her earlier and the manager was giving a poor excuse of forgetting about her leave plan, she could have clearly refused. But Neeraj already has had an argument with her on this after the call. And she shut him up with the alibi of her mid-year performance review.
It was a peak monsoon day. It was drizzling since morning. But after 15 minutes of checking out from the hotel, it started raining heavily with the sky lighting up with massive bolts of lightning. And now in the midway, Neeraj had no option but to continue the drive.
“Nimi, can we stop somewhere for chai?” he asked, bending his head forward and looking for a dhaba through the windshield.
“Hmm,” she said, still engrossed in her phone, “but please stop at a hygienic place, ha!”
Her reply made him feel like shouting at her — at all her nonsensical cleanliness tantrums. He could hardly spot a dhaba or a cafe in the road. And the only few that existed were shuttered. Maybe the owners knew there would be no customers in this showery weather. So they had planned to pack and leave.
He badly needed a chai to relieve himself of the tension. But with no place open, he focused on steering the car around the curves. Just then a dim light in the distance filtered through the windshield. He tried to figure out what it could be.
“What’s that? Is that a dhaba?” Nimisha asked, having winded up her phone affairs and pointing at the light.
“I guess so,” he replied.
“This road is very isolated, isn’t it? Are we on the right road? We should confirm from someone,” she said.
“This is the only road that goes to Ramnagar. I have not come across any other diverted route. When we stop for tea, I will still confirm,” he said, adding “We should not have started so late. You remember na, the hotel manager was also asking us to avoid driving in this road at night. And just see the weather. It is only getting worst.”
“From Ramnagar, the roads are good. So we should reach Delhi on time,” she tried to divert the topic, “Do you want me to drive?”
Neeraj did not reply. He did not want to start the argument again. He knew her ego will never let her accept the fact that they have made a wrong decision.
The dim light seemed to get brighter. They could see a shanty, some 100 meters away. Neeraj decelerated the car. Nimisha rolled down the window to confirm what it actually was. It was a small shop that precariously balanced itself on a steep slope. Few chips and snacks packets hanging on the display stand signified that they might get some chai here. Neeraj stopped the car. Asking Nimisha to remain seated, he stepped out of the car and moved forward to look for the shop owner.
“Hello! Is there anyone out here?” he almost shouted out, with nobody to be seen inside.
“Hello?” he said again.
After 2-3 minutes, a man in his 40s banged open the back door and hurriedly entered the shop carrying a small transistor in his hand. With the door wide open, Neeraj could see that it was connected to a staircase that probably led to his house down the steep.
Seeing Neeraj outside the shop, the man who looked like the shop owner paused for a moment, then asked, “Yes!”
“Will we get some chai here?” Neeraj asked.
“What are you doing here in this rain?” the owner asked, ignoring his question of chai.
“We are going to Delhi,” Neeraj replied.
“In this weather? Don’t you know that there is a landslip some 5 kilometers ahead from here and the road is closed?” he asked with an angry tone, “Are you a tourist?”
“Yes. Actually, we had gone up to Nainital for a vacation. But we have to reach Delhi today itself. And no, we do not have any news of landslide,” Neeraj said.
“The government has issued an advisory to shut this road and urged the public to stay at home. I am closing the shop,” the owner said, gathering the goods put on display and dumping them at a corner inside the shop.
“Are you sure the road is shut down?” Neeraj asked.
“The news is airing on radio.” Looking straight into Neeraj’s eyes, the owner commanded, “Bhatrojkhan is 1 kilometer away from here. You will find few hotels there. Spend the night at a hotel. Don’t expect to drive in this rain. The roads become very dangerous. You, tourist people, don’t abide by the rules of our hills. So mishaps happen.”
Saying so, the owner shuttered down the shop from inside, switched off the light and went down to his house from the back door.
Neeraj came near the car, bent down and gestured to Nimisha to roll down the window.
She asked, “What was he saying?”
Neeraj replied, “He said the road ahead is closed due to landslides. We should spend the night here and start tomorrow morning.”
“No, no. You always get influenced by what others say,” she grumbled.
“But that man was also telling about some government advisory. We do not know how the roads ahead are. There might be more landslides,” he tensed up.
“Had it been like that, police would have barricaded the road in Ranikhet only. And anyways, we are not over speeding,” she tried to win over.
“Are you sure?” there was a hesitation in his speech.
“Yes,” she affirmed.
Neeraj opened the door and started the car. He was still not sure if he made a good decision, tuning out the advice of the two denizens of the place. All he was to do was to comply with his wife’s wishes. And he did just that.
He kept on moving through the curves. The road looked smooth as contrary to what the shop owner and the hotel manager were saying. A feeling of relaxation set in Neeraj’s mind. He tried to enjoy the Arijit Singh melodies that were playing on the stereo.
Just then Nimisha spotted a few big stones rolling down the road.
“Neeraj!” she called out, her eyes popping out in horror.
A blindfold wrapped around his eyes. He sped up the car to get away from the landslide point. But the debris just crashed burying the car within seconds. A long silence prevailed. And the sky looked down to witness this never-ending silence.
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