A Contrived Journey

One day, I and my parents planned to visit Banda Aceh without being tentative. It was my paradise, my motherland. We had settled down for many days in Chennai, India, and we daunted we'd stay here forever, presumably. It would also be impudent my friends and relatives if we didn't go there at least on my vacation day because they were kind to us and they rendered us in many things. It was a fine day to be out, we had some compatriots in Banda Aceh and Surabaya in Indonesia. I was a bit remorseful and forelorn. There was also a revolutionary-there were developed amusement parks and other tourist attractions. So the journey, a great expedition started.

I actually missed my friend Wahayana and Tontow. We had to meet them. Our first plan was to halt in a hotel in Malang, a city in the fronteers of Indonesia. We went to a temple and prayed that all should be well as there were terrorists causing many attacks that might inflict on us too. No sooner had I left, I met a bizarre man. He happened to call me when I was about to leave. He really wasn't burly but he was no thicker than a cigarette. But all this was what I dreamtafter the voyage.

He ostensibly was a priest of Buddha but in reality none other than a loony. he came with some eccentric dogs, actually fiends coming with their seven inched tongue as though they came to lick my boots up. He, kind of, compelled to drink the pungent smelling pee of the dogs. I tried to kill the man, nonetheless, the journey was an enjoyable one and things were alluring. I wanted

to go to the hotel and rule these things out of importance. "Prepare yourself ready to make a tryst with god in hell. "quoth I sedating him severely and make him clutch the bowl of pee and make him drinking. I was solemn. Then it was lovingly peaceful and quiet. . .

No sooner had I got up, I was in Wahayana's house, mind you it was all a dream. I also met Tontow. Later, I confided what I had dreamt of. I also visited places with Wahayana, my BFF and also visited Kusu islands and Bali.

I thought of commencing the rest of the trips and I was 'India sick'. WE had a lot to see, so the trips were inevitable and could not be commenced. All I remembered was the strange man I visited at the Buddhist temple. At the time when we reached India after an exhilerating journey, I could not forget anything. I was petrified and fainted later. When I regained consciousness, it was quiet without a noise or a sound. . .