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A Night to prove you deserve the Breakfast!

Anyone heading to remote Getena, four days arduous foot-walk through the immaculate and virgin forest, plague-ridden with ferocious beasts and the creature crawlies (leeches) will find themselves en route a village.

No matter, how speedy strider you are, you have no option than to halt for the night in the village. If you trespass the village, the darkness fall before managing to reach to the next destination. So, you have a choice here- the comfort of atleast the ramshackle house that will shield you from the rain and the cold or the bitter backbone-hurting siesta in the cavern with clear view of the summer night sky.

Looks like everyone prefer the dilapidated house and the host because everyone finds themselves in the solace of the house. The convincing and credible hospitality and generosity of the host is another one that puts brake, the passerby for the night-halt in the house that their legs refuse to make a step forward but suddenly feels the inner strength rise.

The sun is already behind the horizon shooting its last golden rays as if lamenting, “goodbye earth and the inhabitants. This is all for today. See you tomorrow,” With a big rug-sack bag; you enter the house seeking the night-halt.

As you enter the house, a lady in rag, somewhere in late 30s will welcome with the hearty greeting, “kuzuzangpola lopen”. Before you asks for the shelter, she agrees. Soon, the Bangchang with ezey is served. By the time it is dinner time, the thirst due to the fatigue; you will have gulfed many mugs and get intoxicated.

Aum Gankey Dem (fictious name) resides by the clearing in the jungle. She was never married to the man but had enough quotas. She is infertile and barren and yields no conception. Her house is those of the bamboo mats, just barely appropriate to call even as a house. She has treated many guests so far that she doesn’t have the numbers.
Next morning, as you prepare to haul for yet another day of grueling journey, the night you have spent will decide your breakfast. It is said that, she entertains the guests excessively but in return unlike others, who would expect for the monetary rewards, she must be fed with some true experiences in her bed. She is to be given the best experiences and to the full satisfaction. (Hope you know what I mean)
If you have sensibly crushed her, meandered deep into her unexplored depth, If you have quenched her invincible sexual thirst, you will be in the morning, other than the delicious breakfast and the pack lunch, packed with dozen of boiled eggs. This perhaps is the compensation for what have been spent in the night.
But all are not lucky enough. Some, other than losing their breakfast, forget about the boiled egg, are almost kicked out of the house. The first crack of the rooster, cock-a-doodle-dole, they find commencing the journey empty stomach. How frustrating it must be? He then losses his next opportunity for the shelter instead next time, he is treading the same route, its much wiser, he don’t even think of the house.
So, folks, here is the opportunity to try yourself for the breakfast and the boiled eggs. And ofcourse you must also be careful, that you must shield yourselves with the cap.

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