They race back home, take out the beautiful transparent pebble they found at the woods. The boys recoil from the laughter of the teacher, an unmistakable relieved laughter, for all these years, he's never for once smiled. “return what is not yours, u have sinned. The teacher doesn't utter a word, nor is there any admonition. The boys know the paper is their essay ‘ A trip into the enchanted woods’. The next week at school, the geography teacher summons the boys, a paper in his hand and a cringe on his face. A wonderful weekend, a memory to cherish and for the boys a memoir to hold onto. Reaching the waterfalls, soaking the dust off, the family heads back home. Such naive locals! They wink at each other, mission accomplished the wink says. The boys laugh hysterically hearing the local guide. The local guide smiles and assures the mother that these woods do not tolerate any pranks for the prank would be on the prankster eventually. Mesmerized by the quiet of the jungle, they look around and smile at each other. They walk cautiously, startled by the snap of a twig or crunch of dry leaves under their feet, the irritating buzz of insects and the far away roar of the waterfalls. Accompanied by their family they trudge along a narrow path, a route that had obviously been traced by human footsteps, a trail that had been trodden many a time.
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