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Raj was cruising down the less-traveled local road, enjoying the peace and the beautiful scenery. The gentle hum of his Scorpio's engine and the chirping of birds provided a soothing soundtrack to his journey. The stress of the past weeks seemed to melt away with each passing mile.

As he drove through the verdant landscape, a sudden need to relieve himself arose. He found a secluded spot by the roadside and pulled over. Stepping out of his car, he took a moment to stretch his legs before heading to a nearby tree.

After finishing, Raj was about to return to his car when he noticed an old man emerging from the bushes. The man looked disheveled and slightly crazed, with wild hair and tattered clothes. He was gesturing frantically, seemingly trying to communicate something but unable to speak.

Startled, Raj took a step back. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, more to himself than expecting an answer.

The old man's gestures became more insistent. He pointed towards the road Raj had been about to take and shook his head vigorously, waving his hands as if to say "no." Then, as suddenly as he had appeared, the old man's demeanor changed. He seemed to recognize Raj, a look of clarity passing over his face. A knowing smile spread across his features, and he began to back away, moving towards the forested hills.

Raj, intrigued and a little unnerved, called out, "Wait! What do you mean? What's wrong with that road?"

The old man didn't respond. Instead, he continued to retreat into the forest, his smile lingering. Raj watched him disappear among the trees, feeling a strange sense of unease settle in his chest.

Determined to understand the strange encounter, Raj decided to follow the old man. He locked his car and started towards the direction where the man had vanished. The forest was dense, and the path was barely discernible. As he walked, the sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

After a few minutes of trekking through the underbrush, Raj caught sight of the old man again. The man was standing by a large boulder, motioning Raj to come closer. As Raj approached, the old man pointed to a hidden path winding through the hills, then placed a finger to his lips, signaling for silence.

Raj nodded, his curiosity piqued. He followed the old man's directions, feeling a sense of adventure and mystery. The path was narrow and winding, and it soon opened up to a small clearing with a stunning view of the valley below.

The old man stood at the edge of the clearing, watching Raj with a calm expression. Raj, still trying to make sense of the situation, decided to trust the old man's guidance. There was something about his demeanor that suggested he knew more than he was able to say.

As Raj took in the breathtaking view, he felt a sense of clarity wash over him. The old man's intervention had led him to this peaceful spot, away from the chaos of his life and the dangers of the road. He turned to thank the old man, but the figure had already disappeared back into the forest, leaving Raj with more questions than answers.leaving behind a rudraksha mala on his place.

raj gets a feeling to wear that rudraksha mala so he wear that feeling mystical attach to him as mala was crying to weared by him 

Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Raj made his way back to his car.

Raj continued his journey, kilometer by kilometer, savoring the changing landscape and the tranquility of the open road. His thoughts wandered back to his family, his recent trials, and the strange encounter with the old man. He felt a sense of freedom he hadn't experienced in a long time.

As he drove through the small village of Subrahmanyapuram, he heard an unsettling thud. He quickly realized his tire had deflated. Pulling over to the side of the road, he got out to inspect the damage. Sure enough, his front tire was flat. Sighing, he went to retrieve the spare from the back of the Scorpio, only to find that it too was punctured.

"Damn it," Raj muttered, realizing he was in a bit of a bind. He looked around the village, which seemed to consist of only 40-50 houses, a small, tight-knit community. Doubt and frustration etched on his face, he called out to a nearby villager who was tending to a small garden.

"Excuse me," Raj said, "Do you know where I can find a repair shop?"

The villager, a middle-aged man with a friendly demeanor, looked up and smiled. "Yes, there's only one repair shop here. It's just down that street," he said, pointing to a narrow lane between the houses. 

Raj sighed but thanked the man and headed in the direction indicated. The street was lined with small, rustic homes, and the mechanic's shop was nestled between two of them. The shop was modest, with a few tools and car parts scattered around.

The mechanic, a wiry man with a grease-stained shirt, looked up as Raj approached. "Can I help you?" he asked.

"Yeah, I've got a flat tire and my spare is also punctured," Raj explained. 

The mechanic nodded. "That's right. I'm expecting a delivery of new tires and patches tomorrow morning. I can fix it first thing in the morning."

Raj frowned but nodded in acceptance. "Alright, I guess I have no choice. Could you help me push my car here?"

"Of course," the mechanic said, wiping his hands on a rag. Together, they walked back to the Scorpio and pushed it to the shop.

"Is there a place I can stay for the night?" Raj asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Raj approached the mechanic about a place to stay, and the mechanic scratched his head. "We don't have any guesthouse or lodge in the village," he admitted. "But let me take you to the village head. He might have a solution."

Curious and with no other options, Raj followed the mechanic through the narrow lanes of Subrahmanyapuram until they reached a larger, well-maintained house. The mechanic knocked on the door, and after a moment, a middle-aged man with a broad smile and a welcoming demeanor answered.

"This is Raju, our village head," the mechanic introduced. "Raju, this is Raj. He's got a bit of a car trouble and needs a place to stay for the night."

Raju, a robust man with an air of authority tempered by a genuine warmth, laughed heartily. "Welcome, Raj! You've come to the right place. I've been elected village head four times, so you're in good hands," he said, winking. "We don't have a guesthouse, but you can stay at my place, or if you preferyou can stay with the medical team from Hyderabad who are here for a medical camp."

Raj considered his options and decided it would be interesting to meet the medical team. "I'd like to meet them first, if that's alright."

"Of course, of course," Raju said. He turned to the mechanic. "Why don't you guide our guest to the medical camp? After all, you're out of materials and a mechanic without his tools is just a storyteller," he joked.

The mechanic chuckled. "Yes, yes, Raju, I'll guide Raj to the camp. No need to drag my shop into this," he replied good-naturedly.

Raju clapped Raj on the shoulder. "You'll be well taken care of. The medical team is staying just a short walk from here. They've been doing good work in the village."

The mechanic led Raj through more winding paths until they reached a small clearing where several tents were set up. A few people in white coats moved about, attending to patients and organizing supplies. The mechanic approached a doctor who looked up from his work.