Anomaly

Lunch was delicious.

Teemok, served with piping hot stew, was a speciality in these parts. I savoured every bite and reflected on what had been a tiring day.

Teemok (fermented bread) with stew

Teemok (fermented bread) with stew, a local delicacy of Ladakh, India

I had started early in the morning to collect the First Artefact. It was at the Stupa, a calm and peaceful place where one’s mind could be emptied, void of all thought. I had hidden The Three at different locations, many years ago, in the hope that they would prove useful someday.

Shanti Stupa in Leh, India

Shanti Stupa in Leh, India

I glanced down at the city. The day was just beginning. Soon the markets would be  bustling with people going about their daily chores.

Leh City, India

Leh City, India

I travelled onwards still, higher up into the snow-clad mountains. The air became still and temparatures dropped. The Second Artefact was located here, obscured from civilization’s prying eyes.

Snow clad mountains in Ladakh, India

Snow clad mountains in Ladakh, India

Moving further past valleys and rivers, I reached the site of the Third, by the banks of the lake. The wind howled and I shivered. This was not a day to be outdoors. But I had everything I needed, and hastened my pace for the last leg of my journey.

Pangong Lake in Ladakh, India

Pangong Lake in Ladakh, India

It was early evening by the time I’d reached the Hill. I positioned the Artefacts and waited for the moment. This was the place, but was it the right time? I hoped I was not too late.

The Anomaly was always present. It was a great tourist attraction. But it was like a pulse. Fluctuating in intensity, the Anomaly would reach its peak strength for a few minutes once a year. That was moment when the bend in space-time would power The Three and open a portal to my home planet. A thousand years ago, I had landed at this very site through another portal that was open at the time. An exploratory mission to Planet Z-403. That was our name for the planet you call Earth.

Magnetic Hill in Ladakh, India

Magnetic Hill in Ladakh, India

After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, I sighed. It hadn’t worked. I had missed the window and the portal had closed. Another year away from home.

I didn’t feel too bad though. I guess I had grown fond of this place.

A highway near Magnetic Hill in Ladakh, India

A highway near Magnetic Hill in Ladakh, India

Author’s note: Magnetic Hill in Ladakh is home to a “gravitational anomaly”, that causes cars to seemingly roll uphill! I like to imagine that this anomaly really exists and could be a site for a wormhole or a portal to another universe.

Pictures taken with my Huawei Honor 7 mobile.

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