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- THE FOLDED EARTH by ANURADHA ROY
- Yes we are! And I'm so happy.
- We are married.!
- THE FOLDED EARTH by ANURADHA ROY
- I want to trek.
- THE FOLDED EARTH by ANURADHA ROY
- We had defied our families to be together, and those first few months we were exultant castaways who had fitted the universe into two rented rooms and a narrow bed.
- THE FOLDED EARTH by ANURADHA ROY
- This time, I had a better equipment, I was timing it differently, I knew what to expect.
- Worried!
- I knew from our student days together that Michael trekked and climbed. What I had not known was that his need for the mountains was as powerful as his need for me.
- THE FOLDED EARTH by ANURADHA ROY
- The trek was not really difficult, the rains and snow would have retreated from that altitude by the time we reached it; there would be wildflowers all over the high meadows on our routine.
- One year, Michael decided to go on a trek to Roopkund, a lake in the Himalaya at about sixteen thousand feet. Michael had tried to reach Roopkund once before and failed because of bad weather and lack of experience.
- THE FOLDED EARTH by ANURADHA ROY
- This time, he had better equipment, he said; he was timing it differently, he knew what to expect. Even so, I felt a cloud of dread grow and darken as the day for his departure neared. I found myself looking at him with an intensity I had forgotten over six years of being married to him.
- He knew I was worrying, and the night before he left, as I lay on my stomach and his fingers wandered my tense back and aching neck, he told me in a voice hardly more than a murmur about the route.
- The news came to me by way of my landlord, who had a telephone.They had found Michael’s body after three days of searching. It was close to the lake, I was told, he had almost made it there when the landslides, rain, and snowstorms came and separated Michael from the others with him. His body had a broken ankle, which was no doubt why he had not been able to move to a less exposed place. And the face was unrecognizable, burned black by the cold.
- THE END
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