This is for the Picture Prompt competition. The story is about Ajith, a boy of 21 working in a NGO. He along with his friends take a visit to the exotic islands near Andaman for a capturing the beauty of nature. But, it is they who are captured.


1. All hands on the deck- The adventure begins


I opened the closet; lines of dirty clothes lined the hanger. I sighed and retreated to my chair. I was exasperated, I needed a good pair of clothes and I had to present a passable caricature of myself before the audience that was my friends with whom I was going on a picnic. They would not show their disgust at my untidy presentation, I knew, but there still would a sore scar on me if I went there like a ruffian. Besides, it was not only an excursion that embodied within it sandwiches neatly packed ready to be deployed upon reaching the destination. It was a part of a very pivotal project on which we had jointly embarked.

“Save Green”, it was named and it was to elevate the grade of awareness as to the alarmingly reducing forest cover in Chennai. Raj, the leader of the campaign had suggested we take off on immediate footholds and start producing pamphlets, but I had suggested that we first collect enough information and stats to drive our NGO. The first step we steered towards was “Desire”, everyone in our city craved for nature unencumbered, but they never worked towards it. Our motto was to work as igniters, we knew that we had to vitalize the essentiality, but we also needed proof of the harmonious synchronizations of man and nature. First expedition as this was, we decided upon enslaving the textures of beauty in our cameras. The ideas of visiting Ooty and Kodaikanal had passed out on the note they were tourist-attracting junctions and had already been tweaked enough, we needed a place, which had enrapturing beauty, and Raj had suggested a location- an island off the Andaman and Nicobar.

I selected a shirt that was dirty by nature and did not show much signs of wear. I ironed them and chose tattered jeans that were something of a style statement in Chennai. I, then showered and draped myself in the clothes I had fashioned to suit the trends. I picked up my Rolex watch gifted to me by my father and bounded down the stairs to the main foyer of my mansion. It and the humongous inheritance I had in hand were the sole reasons my parents had agreed to let me work in a non-profit organization. It was not so for Raj or any of the colleagues I worked with, most of them had walked out or had coerced their parents after heavy altercations. My mother and father were waiting for me downstairs.

My mother hugged me and said, “Take care and don’t forget to call me once you reach there”

“You know I won’t forget”, I said and picked up my suitcase of fresh garments. They were the reasons for my cloth predicament. I turned to my father, who too hugged me and mouthed bye. We three walked the space to the doors where we bid farewell. The car was waiting for me with Raj taking the wheels. He was a trim-fit with a sprouting mustache. Two of my colleagues were also there and greeted me as I opened the door of the “Sumo”. I rolled out the windows and bid goodbye to my mother for the last time. Deep in my mind there was a very disturbing thing- Consternation.

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