The red engine slowly halts in the brown Desert of Infinity.
As the black bogies stopped, the engine’s whistle signals its arrival to the unpresent residents. A whirlpool of steam from the engine’s chimney-mouth jumps up to embrace the sky. Drops of rainwater hit the bogies; an Orchestra of Sounds is set into motion.
“We get down from the train – my army of ten trusted associates and an equal number of horses. We quickly take shelter under a tree.”
Suddenly, a yellowish-white light sparkles across the sky and the entire desert.
“The rain is now gone. And, so is the train. It has disappeared – our only transport in the Desert of Infinity.”
“No. I guess, I am wrong. Our horses are still with us. Silken smooth and vanilla white skins; they are our ideal companions in this journey. The destination is also not far. It stares us in the eye.”
The Bungalow of Hope – a mansion larger than any other seen in this part of the World. Its pinkish-brown walls pale in comparison to its lonely but imposing presence.
“None of us are going there now. Perhaps, I am wrong again.”
The horses gallantly rode towards the large patch of green behind the Bungalow of Hope and they too never came back.
“We waited – the eleven of us. They say that eleven has the Power of Continuity – unmatched by any other numerical combination except 22. We had to stick together for the mission….”
VENKATESH 