It is the 47th day. Over the years Grace has gotten used to long spells of no communication. She settles herself on the couch with a copy of the draft sent by the publisher. Mia's first book on mountain photography is slated to be launched next month. "Mommy I want to go there," five-year-old Mia prattled, pointing to the Denali peak as they were vacationing in Denali National Park. That was the beginning. Mountains slowly became her passion. The ascent to the peak of Denali was her first major feat. But her eyes were set on something much bigger. "Someday I will conquer the Seven Summits," she would often say.
Grace hears a car pull up in her driveway. It is the Sheriff. The young and dutiful Mark Robinson regularly checks on the elderlies staying alone but Grace senses something amiss. Instead of a radiant smile, he wears a troubled look today. "Mrs Miller, Nepal Government wants you to come down to claim her body." Her jaws stiffen as Grace tries to fight back her tears. Another forty- five days and Mia would have been on top of the world. She sounded so happy when she called from the Base Camp. An unforeseen blizzard wreaked havoc for all twelve of them. "I don't want her body. Please ask them to bury her in the mountains. That is where she belongs."
About the author
Piyali Ganguli
Teaches English at a reputed school in Kolkata. Loves reading, writing, painting and travelling. Engages in philanthropic activities as and when possible. More than anything else loves to dream. Not only on the personal front but also on dreams of a better world.
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