(The hunter in the wilderness of sansara)
Translated by Malinda
Chapter1; (Part 12)
While listening to the Hamuduruwo’s sermon, the Giant suddenly looked
towards a higher point on the rock nudged by some instinctive urge.
The Bahiravaya who protected the treasure trove beyond that point
stood there, waving his arms and trying to indicate something to the
Giant. With his short and stocky frame, the Bahiravaya looked comical
waving his short fat arms at the Giant.
He had something urgent to convey. The Giant fell deaf to the words
of the Hamuduruwo even before the sermon ended. He started walking
towards the Bahiravaya.
The Bahiravaya whispered something into his ear. He pointed towards
the South of the rock and kept saying something incoherent. The Giant
realised that the news was not good, basing his conclusion on the
gestures and demeanor of the Bahiravaya.
The Giant went about the task of preparing the midday meal in deep
thought. The moment the Hamuduruwo completed his meal, the Giant took
off down the mountain, picked up the axe and sped off in a Southern
Unlike on other days when he would tarry awhile to observe the
playing out of some eternal verity in the behaviour of creatures small
and large, the Giant did not pause. At one point a set of aggressive
ants were preparing to launch an attack on a termite hill. On another
occasion he might have spent the entire day and night at such a place.
He would watch in quiet contemplation how each individual ant and
each individual termite faces a moment of threat and so too the
behaviour of each collective. He would on occasion intervene and disrupt
He knew how to do this with the least effort. He could warn the
termites of the imminent attack. Ants never attacked creatures ready to
meet such a challenge because such a collective could easily disrupt the
careful arrangement of ant-forces.
Today, however, the Giant did not weight such options as were
relevant to this conflict. He was focused on moving South in accordance
with the unclear message delivered by the Bahiravaya.
By and by his nostrils flared involuntarily by a human-inhuman scent.
He stopped. He sniffed. He slipped into a dark spot where he would not
three of them came along the elephant-path, walking watchfully. In the
lead was a plump man. He carried a gun over his shoulder. On this
shoulder there was also a dirty bundle of clothes.
The second was an extremely emaciated man. Hanging from his shoulder,
covered in a white piece of cloth, was something that resembled a drum.
In his other hand was a rope made of vines. Tied by the wrists at the
other end of the rope was a girl who could not have been more than
fifteen years old.
Both men sported thick beards. Their hair was combed back and tied in
a knot at the back of their respective heads. They were clothed in
extremely soiled loin clothes and nothing else. Only the piece of cloth
that covered the drum or whatever it was that it covered was spotlessly
clean. The bundle that the plump man carried was made of sack-cloth and
this too was extremely dirty.
The only cloth that the girl wore was her long locks of hair. Her
hands were tied at their wrists. Although she was being led by the thin
man who held the rope she was not being pulled along. She hurried behind
the thin man, clearly exhausted and as though life was leaving her legs.
She had a perplexed look on her face or else the expression of someone
who was deeply drugged.
Amidst all this there was one fact which the Giant noticed again and
again, the thick hair below her stomach. Her breasts hardly protruded
and this lush growth between her thighs appeared as an abnormality to
the Giant. Also, on each occasion that the rope was not taut, she used
the slack to quickly cover this area with her hands.
This happened frequently although it wasn’t clear whether or not it
was a conscious act on her part. The heavy set man continued on his way,
gun on shoulder. The others followed him in silence.
The Giant followed at a distance taking care to remain out of sight.
By and by they reached the rocky outcrop where the Southern treasure
trove was located. Neither the Bahiravaya nor the Naga King were to be
Fatty forgot Skinny and the girl and rushed around the rock in haste
and excitement. He brushed aside the sand that lay over the crow-foot
mark and repeated the gesture several times. He climbed down, pointed
his hand all around and was seen saying something to Skinny.
Then they walked to the stream that ran by the rock and sat on its
banks. They kept the gun and the bundle aside, waded into the water and
washed themselves. Thereafter, they unwrapped the bundle, took something
out, and ate.
Through all this, the girl stood standing. Although this made her
weary, she remained standing. Her hands covered the area between her
thighs. Fatty and Skinny didn’t spare her a glance. They went on eating.
The Giant, who was barely fifty yards away from them, could hear
clearly the munching noises that emanated from their hungry mouths.
He did not hear what they were saying, though. He went down on his
haunches and slowly moved closer, using the cover of the thick brush.