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    Dawn's Decimals
    Dawn's Decimals
    Dawn's Decimals
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    Dawn's Decimals

    By Veneeta Singha

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    A group of young Nepali professionals reinculcate the experience of highland adventure while the city prepares for a new communalism. Moments, memories and lost relations weave their own magic for the group through journeys into remoteness. The passing of an era reserves its mystical lessons where the past is no longer a presentiment.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherVeneeta Singha
    Release dateJun 23, 2024
    ISBN9798227239754
    Dawn's Decimals
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      Book preview

      Dawn's Decimals - Veneeta Singha

      Veneeta Singha

      Dawn’s Decimals

      A Novel

      First published by Draft2Digital 2024

      Copyright © 2024 by Veneeta Singha

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

      Veneeta Singha asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      Veneeta Singha has no responsibility for the persistence or accuracy of URLs for external or third-party Internet Websites referred to in this publication and does not guarantee that any content on such Websites is, or will remain, accurate or appropriate.

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      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      About the Author

      Chapter 1

      Aclearing in the Sal forest had sketched its eerie mark on the ground below, with the sunlight playing tricks on consciousness, logic, sensory ease. This multidimensional prologue to the mountains was opaque, overtly immortal, ascending. The tree barks were untouched yet humanised and brown to recognition. Covering the blue sky and the omniscience of the sunshine, the forest guided with careless intuition while a pathway appeared and hid, washed with remnants of limestone and sand. Did the timelessness of the incline derive its power from the earth or primordial history? The lightly lilting branches demonstrated a sturdiness and the occasional green grass smoothed footsteps with clear yet stony acquiescence. Hills were everywhere, sometimes seething in angry despair at the intrusions that were becoming commonplace, a cruelty, an unforgivable insertion.

      Destined to be forgotten, a winding stream wove many graphs into the forest area but stayed its course, away from human intelligence, as a compatriot in the rising tide of mass protestation. The stream had been named and renamed over the century yet its dry bed would show signs of awakenings and a resulting farewell. The village folk laughed at the stream’s unusual penchant for sound and birds as it mapped the terrain with brilliant forethought. Often, there would be a large, sparkling stone by the bend signalling to the inhabitants that the work day was completed. Young boys from the village, known to splash into its cool oasis during summer, would tether a ropeway across the river as a mark of humility. The darkened trees along the shore had learnt to invoke nothing less than evolution, acerbic mortality, endings. A small plateau-like space opened up above the steep slope where there were blossoms and bushes rarely seen elsewhere. Behind lay a few terraced steps towards the forest that resembled a structural emblem of Gorkhalese - a term reserved only for martial study.

      A sharp drop on the left side of this forested area, in the manner of a gorge, divulged the true nature of this natural system. The leaves had yellowed over the season yet the hues were pleasant and balanced. The path lying precariously in front was well-trodden and wide but resonant with warning signs that many in the villages were cautious not to teach nor learn. Dried leaves had carpeted the area in softness and plenty, although in a way that every mortal mind would recognise to be design, deference, undevised prevarication. Was the artery called the mountain range a phantom of its past, too? Time was slow in passing and tired, perhaps, of the undeterred movements into a rushed day. There were small swallows scampering around a tilled patch, watching in artful silence. The bari, a village garden from another palaeolithic terrain, had sprung to life with certainty and sense. There were no vegetables yet but the beds were real and inviting, tempered not by abandonment but by a constrained life. Do you feel restricted by nature’s sharp discipline? Badri asked his young sister, watching the hills on the north side with euphoria. I can, smiled Shiba, feel a certain freedom take over.

      Their older relatives were walking ahead in slow, dragging movements

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