Here we were at the end of the summer visiting the same holy place thrice. It was back then in 2011 that we planned for the visit. My mother is a devotee to god and follows the omen and luck charm strictly. I was fed up growing in religious boundary. Though our visiting was for the religious purpose, I felt the fun in it.
Journey started on the cold morning. We packed our bag for a week long journey. For a group of people, a car was reserved. Walking for a straight one day was long breathe taking process. One who have never walked the steep hills doesn’t dare to walk. We had a visit to a place where there is a range of Himalayas after the hills. Bathing in the early morning in a freezing temperature before visiting a temple was …show more content…
From the beginning, there were a pile of money everywhere nearby beautiful stone and the staggering thing was it was untouched and paper money started to get rotten. My parents told me not to take the penny of the money and they gave me the reason by saying that no one would be able to cross the river nearby the temple. Though visiting the third time, I had heard all kind of incident that has occurred there. I thought for a while why people believed the stone which was well rounded and shiny was a form of god. Instantly I thought that the money could be used for some useful purpose. My parents handed me a thin rope to untie and took it to the top of the temple from the start. I was little annoyed by these things. They told me to be sincere in god’s …show more content…
Early in the morning, we had a bright sunlight while walking for two hours. The higher we got, the weather became worse. Many people suffered from the high altitude sickness. It started raining when we reached the temple.
After we all finished worshipping the god. We started to move back suddenly it started raining followed by the hailstone. We plan to stay until the rain stops and in a few minute thunderstorm started. Under the roof of a house near the temple among fifty people, the lighting hit only one person and the person was one of our men. He was a person whose wife has been pregnant for a couple of months. He hid it because he was passionate to visit along with us.
I had never been in any kind of situation where a man was near the death, and I was rubbing his feet and back with my hand. I could not hear any of the sounds. I could hear my heart beating. Though there were more than fifty people, the lightening hit the single person. We had to rub his hand, back, and legs to make him conscious.
At the moment of striking the lighting to the man, the fear and emphasis on family became real. The few minutes that accident occur has taught me a lot, rather than asking for my