The driver of our hired Tata Sumo
was enjoying sad Hindi songs,
be letting us to sip their music.
He stopped and got out at Soneprayag
and spoke to a Grandma.
A blooming girl with tousled hair
had a stroll out of her house,
casting a glance of gloom on him.

When the car began it’s course again
towards the Gourikund,
We saw the girl staid on a rock
as a statue drowned in tears.
The driver turned round his face towards her
and slowly curved it back.
I lost my patience and asked him
who she was to tell her tale in tears.
The young driver after a thought
struck up his story:
“I am from the plains
and she is the Seraph of these hills.
When I climbed to Kedarnath
on a pony five years back,
she was that animal driver,
trekking up and down on foot
and trekked into my heart as well.
I vowed to marry her
and take her to the plains.
I have worked hard ever since
to buy the things needed
and set sail in life.
Those in hills are poor
and so I give my bride my dowry
in the wedding fixed next week”.

All the hills rallied round
to wish them the best with us.
The peeping Sun between the peaks,
the rivulets scouring channels
down the high mountains
and Nature green breathing
with Her cool sweet breeze
blessed them for a blissful life.