In the evening, the dinner was prepared, and the sun was about to wheel down, also the network signals of our phone were cutting in and out, and it was an obvious thing in such region. We were sitting under the open sky, leering at the river, and the surroundings around, listening to the thunder of the wind, and the river. The loneliness of this place entered our very bones, the eeriness of this place, set among the forests, rivers, touched us. Though, we were talking, but it was like a whisper, as this place has mesmerized us. The lights on the decks were on, and it illumined the deck. The sun was down, and we were ready for the dinner. We were sitting, basking in the wind. I looked at the time, it was ten minutes past seven. Amrit exclaimed, "By God!! What is that?" I saw Amrit pointing towards the river, and we could see a dark figure under the setting sun. We saw a man in a motor boat, a small boat in a raging river, and it was an unusual in this deserted region, and flooding river. We stood, and walked toward the rails of the deck. I was peering at the dark figure, and it was not an imagination, a real man, and a real motor boat. A flying apparition has caught our attention, and he was steering the boat, and looked across our direction. The distance was great, and he was gesticulating and making signs at us, he was shouting at us furiously, but the winds flunked his sound, drowning it in the raging river, thus nothing was audible. This made an impression on me, I was shading my eyes, and watched him going out of sight, he vanished at the bend of the river, and the air was hazy.

I asked, "What does it mean? What he is doing at this hour of night, and what does it means, making signs, shouting at us?" Jagat answered, "Perhaps, he must have thought, we were apparition, or spirits." Amrit chimes in, "Yes, you are right." My wife utters, "Remember, the policeman said that, there are no villages or towns in the next eighty kilometres." I replied, "Yes dear, I remember." Jagat remarks, "This is it. The man was scared about it; he had imagined us for ghost or apparitions." We talked for few minutes, and then the subject drowned. As our dinner, were ready, we had prawn's biriyani, rotis, potatoes fried, and cold drinks. We had our dinner with merry, and we were on our chairs, peering at the nature. The signals in our mobile phones were quite weak, I peered at the stars, which were appearing in the sky, thus the moon too rose. There was a vague feeling in me, the region influenced me, there was something to alarm. I heard the tireless wind, it seemed that the trees were laughing, talking, chattering, shrilly crying, among themselves, and the rivers were adding to their tone. This seemed that, the elements of this region have jutted out. The forests seemed to be oddly shaking their big bushy heads, and it seemed that, they are alive, and they have surrounded our boats. The place has been playing mind games with us. They may either welcoming or rejecting us, but I would say the latter is spot on, as we were the interlopers, trespassers, and we were not welcomed to their region. We touched the frontier of the region, which belonged to another beings, the trees and wilderness has been watching us.

The strange thoughts, and bizarre fancies were crowding my mind, though, I was talking to my wife, and my friends, but I was taciturn, as I was watching the river, the forests, across the river, and near the banks. I was listening to the sounds of the forests, rivers, and the roaring winds. I could have sworn that, there aspects changed a little, and they pressed closely together, and the roar of the elements had covered us. Jagat uttered, "The rivers are rising, and the winds are stronger." I replied, "Yes, the monsoon has been approaching." My wife utters, "Lucky, our boats are readily equipped with necessities." Jamuna answers, "Yes, we could get away without disaster, I believe." We talked, but I was taciturn, and as Jamuna uttered the word disaster, I could say that, this region is hosting disaster for us, perhaps my wild imagination or something else. The winds were diabolical, and we were chinwagging, and I too was talking, but as this place had mesmerized me, so I was peering at the region, listening to the sounds. We walked around the deck, and then sat on the chairs, and we repeated these feat multiple times, and as we were on chairs, I looked at the watch, it was thirty minutes past 10. We wished good night and retired to our rooms, and after refreshing, I was ready for the bed. My wife was exhausted, so she quickly slipped in slumber. I closed the windows, shutting out the views of the forest, the moon light was coming from the Transcom windows, and I looked at the time in my mobile phone, and it was eleven. The last things, I remember before closing the windows was the trees dancing in the wind, the stars, and the white moonlight. The shaking branches of the trees against the moonlight, it seemed that these branches of the tall trees were shrouding the moon. The heavy buffetings of the wind against our boat, the windows were shivering, as the winds hits against the deck of the boat. I thought to the sit on the sofa opposite to my bed, before going to sleep, but later, I slept on the sofa. The wind was still blowing, roaring, and these sounds made me sleep.