Velpari:kabila's journey short story in english

 Velpari: kabila's journey

he horses were galloping with their noses open. The Mound pitless road still rushed, 'Come...' called the charioteer. Aadhaan, the charioteer, tightened the horse's reins and increased the speed.

They set out in the early morning when darkness began to fall. It was the southern mansion of the petty king Semban who ruled the Aruka country. That's where stayed last night. Till then the one who drove the chariot was Nagu.

“From now on there will be a journey in the thick forest. He is a charioteer who knows this land route very well. His name is Aadhaan. He will take you tomorrow."Nagu bowed and said goodbye 

While leaving, Aadhaan asked Nagu, “Who is this…The semban king's suthradhar(kings closed person)?”

No... “I am his slave!” The king said to me

Aadhaan was shocked to hear the answer. After a moment's pause, he asked, "Then why has he come alone? Didn't anyone come to the rescue?"

"The great army has set out," Nagu said,then he lowering his voice a bit, "The first to drive the chariot was the king who sat on Valavan's(Chariot) seat. He said only one word.

Everyone stopped. I only brought him” - and as he was about to leave, Aathan asked again…

"Does this deity who rules kings have a special name?"

Nagu said “lord Kabilar"

Aadhaam didn't sleep all night. He was nervous. It was dawn. Not showing his lack of sleep, he excitedly locked the horse and prepared the chariot. Kabila came out of the mansion. He had a half-grey beard, his hair tied up like a vendana, and an asteroid was a plugin in it. An epiphany flashed in his eyes. When he saw it, Aadhaan fell down and worshiped.

Kabilan was stroking the horse's neck when aadhaan turned to listen to his greeting. Horses do not touch new humans. But because he was locked in the chariot, he could not move away from it or turn his face to a certain extent. Kabilar who said, "The peacock and the horse have all their beauty in their long and twisting necks," got into the chariot with a smiling face.

Aadhaaan was a very skilled charioteer. He drives the chariot so that the vibration of the journey cannot be felt by the body through the soft mattress. He arrived at the hunter's rock faster than he thought. Slow down when approaching He pulled the reins and stopped. The metallic sound Overwhelmed lonely from the reins

Kapil looked up. Two small hills in front. Behind it are a series of mountain ranges. Its peak was hidden in white clouds. The booming metallic sound disappeared into the mountain.

“Sir... this is the hunter's rock in front of the green mountain range. This is the path of pari Habitet

I have heard that we have to go to the mountains

Kabila got down from the cart and looked down. The mountain spread everywhere as far as see.Crossing the water-drained forest   till hunter's rock half climp

Aadhaan stood and watched.

"Before this, kabilar never gone to the Parambu country. How long is the route? Will there be someone to accompany? I don't know how long it will take to get there. With what courage is he going into this darkness on his own?” - Aadhaan was never less amazed. He left the place with no other option.

Sunheat ruthlessly blew . The path that was going on the slope of the hill was slightly curved and climbed upwards. Roots jutting down from the rock were a place to grab hold of.As Kabila gripped the root and pushed himself up, he realized that he was getting old. Body stiffened, panting, thinking to slow down the pace a bit, The legs were standing still. He rested for a while and walked again.

He turned his eyes towards the single-track path, looking at the beauty of the water-drained forest below.Realizing that he could see a figure among the plants, he peered down again. Towards the path he was walking, a young man came rushing up with a stick,spear in his hands

To be continue.....................