rakhdunomad

The Land of Wanderlust Cross the bridge over the Shetrunji River, and you’ll find yourself trudging along the rugged slopes of Kadambgiri, step by dusty step, until Jesar greets you almost instantly. Pass through Jesar , and soon you’ll stumble upon the eerie old bungalow of Chhaparyali —whispered to be haunted, its walls smeared with tales of ghostly wails and human filth. It’s not a place you reach in a hurry, mind you. No, it lingers just out of reach, teasing you until, after a bit of a delay, you arrive at Dungar. That Chhaparyali bungalow? If there’s a ghost lurking in your soul, it’ll call out to you, beckoning you to whisper secrets to its walls, carved black as coal by lovers long gone. It might even wound you with its memories. But a wandering spirit like me? What’s there to fear? If you ask the villagers, “How old is this place? Who built it?” they’ll shrug and say, “Who knows? Maybe our ancestors did. We’ve got work to do. Right now, it’s useful to us for going to the toi...