Rinku and the Magic Powder-2

by Ankita Bansal

The story so far (see Rinku and the Magic Powder-1): Rinku comes across some thugs threatening a monk on a deserted road one evening, trying to get ‘the magic powder’ from him. The monk breaks free, hands a paper bag to Rinku and escapes. The thugs close in on Rinku, and suddenly he finds himself in his bed, being woken by his mother. He dismisses the event as a dream, but then finds the Monk’s paper bag under his pillow. He hides it in his cupboard and goes hurriedly down to breakfast …

After breakfast I went to play with my friends. By the time I returned, I had forgotten about the dream and the bag. I was excited about my adventure camp with my school friends to Rajasthan. All that night I lay awake in bed, thinking about my trip the day after next.

“Have you finished your packing, beta” mother asked next morning.

In my excitement, I had forgotten to pack!

“I’ll just do it in a jiffy!” I assured her.

“Be quick. And call me if you need help,” she said and went to the kitchen.

I took out the travel bag from under my bed and opened it. I went to my cupboard to take out my clothes. As I opened the cupboard, the monk’s paper bag fell down, and I remembered all about it.

I decided to take it with me on the trip and show it to my best friend, Ratan. I finished packing my bag and placed it near the door, ready to go. In the evening when I came up to my room after dinner, I  set my alarm, went off to sleep.

The alarm went off at 5 a.m. and I bounced out of bed in excitement. Getting ready in record time, I reached school and found all my friends already waiting for me. We got into the bus and the journey started.

By late afternoon we reached the desert town of Jaisalmer in Rajasthan. We were to stay in a camp in the heart of the desert. It was already night when we reached there, so we had our dinner and straightaway went to our tents to sleep. I was so tired that I was asleep within minutes.

It must have been around midnight when I heard someone calling me. I woke up and went out of the tent. I found no one. I thought it must have been just a dream and I turned to go back.

Again, a strange, unknown voice called me. Again I turned back. This time I saw that an old man was calling me. I was unable to see his face as he was standing in dark. I went towards him. As I moved forward, the old man started running.

I was in two minds, whether or not to follow him. I decided to follow him and ran after him to ask why he had called my name. I ran and ran, but was unable to catch him. At last I stopped, tired.

I saw that the old man had also stopped a little distance away. I walked towards him but he started running again. I tried to follow him but fell down. I realized that I had tripped on a box in the sand.

I lifted up the box and opened it. In it I found a letter on which my name was written. I opened it and read…

To be continued …

Ankita Bansal is 14  years old and a student of class IX in Rukmini Devi Public School, New Delhi, India. She loves crafts and art, dance, music and stories.

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Upasana Pahwa
    Jun 22, 2011 @ 07:33:16

    Good work Ankita. Really interesting story so far … keep it up!


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