“Ah, I remember a small board marking the place on the road to Jageshwar Dhaam between Petshaal and Badchina,” Sahil recalls.
“Yes, the same one.Those caves or shelters are believed to be millions of years old.The fascinating paintings on the rocks depict animals, people, and geometrical designs done by humans in the Stone Age.For example, there is one in which a group of people is dancing.If I recall correctly, thirty-four on one side and twenty-eight on the other,” Aditya informs us.
“Oh, right, an occasional tourist does mention the caves.The rock paintings are in red, white, and black.But most visitors are disappointed to make the precarious climb and find the faded shapes.”Brian adds his two bits.
“Two similar sites are Farkanauli and Petshaal.In fact, within a fifteen-kilometre radius, there are many similar sites.”Aditya elaborates on prehistoric rock art in India and around the world.I watch in fascination as he delivers his passionate discourse on stone-age living.
“Ah, yes.Bhimbetka is famous.”Kiron gets excited about the most famous rock paintings from India.“I came across some photos on the net while searching for motifs for a saree printing commission.”
“So, what's the plan?”Kenny asks, as he clears the table along with Sahil.
Aditya surveys the six pairs of expectant eyes.I even add a pout to the drama.He laughs, and we all let out a collective sigh of relief.
“As you all are prepared to trudge with me on this agonising expedition, we should go to theLakhudriyacaves.The visit will help all of you understand what we will be exploring.”
A loud cheer explodes in the room.Yays, yippees, and high fives are added to explorer, Indiana Jones, and treasure hunt as the gang jostles one another out of the house.We may not discover anything of substance, but these trips will add meaning to our friendship.
A family is forming, not of blood or genetics, but from bonds forged through the peaks of success and the valleys of despair.This is despite living in a country where we are pariahs.Someday, one day, as Kiron says, things shall turn our way.A new hope rises in my chest, and I come to terms with one profound reality — I am in love with Aditya.
Chapter 20
Criminals no more
ADITYA
“Addy, what's on your mind?”
Jatin and I are on a video call.
He sits on the recliner in his study room while I am stationed at my dining table.I rang him when the nerves got too much to handle.
“What do you think will happen today at the court?”I fidget with the edge of my teacup.
“Umm, I can't say, but I hope the bench sees things through the eyes of the twenty-first century.The world has changed so much.”Jatin rests his hand below his head.“How are your new friends coping today?”
“The gang has been walking on eggshells this past week, anxious and worried over the Supreme Court hearing.”
