Weekenders' Game

Chapter - 5 : All For None and None For All

The forest department's office was just 200 metres up ahead of Bhattara Mane. Me and Anurag rushed to get permissions, while the others ruminated their heavy lunches. 

'The permits close at 11. And we need to go to the peak and get back before sunset,' Anurag explained to me between tired, gravelly strides. 

'I think everyone needs to rest for a bit longer. I mean, you saw them - they looked ready to settle down and start a new life there.'

'Let's get permissions first, we'll work that out later.' 

To our dismay, the officers were turning away people when we arrived. Apparently, permissions had closed half an hour ago, at 10:30 itself. We pleaded and begged, and called the Chief Officer every title short of Your Majesty, but to no avail.

'Only present people permission I give,' was his final verdict, and I could almost hear a Chinese gong echoing throughout the valley. 

Better two than none, we thought and took what we were being offered - 400 bucks for the two of us.  

'What are we going to tell them?' Anurag asked in a hushed whisper.

'Oh, man. They're going to be devastated.' I replied, glancing over at the other trekkers desperately arguing with the officer. We felt like parents getting a divorce who were about to break the news to the kids. 

We hurried back to Bhattara Mane. Maybe, just maybe, if we could bring them all here, our sheer numbers would generate enough pity for a few more allowances.

'So guys,' I started, still figuring out which words wouldn't get me lynched, 'He's only giving permissions on a person-to-person basis. And now he's stopped that too.'

'You mean you only got permits for yourselves?' Radhika looked at us, raising an eyebrow. I felt everyone's gazes swing to us. The fire rises.

'Come on, if we hurry up, we can all go.' I picked up my rucksack, and Anurag slowly reached for his.

'Ei, he's messing with us,' Aditya Singh spoke lazily from the grass. 'Chill Danish, we'll get up, just give us a few...' he trailed off halfway, looking at the other trekkers coming back in a funeral march-like procession, crying about a wasted day.

In five minutes we were there, dumping our bags hurriedly on the grass and rushing to the forest department office with our best puppy faces on.

I put two Snickers bars in my pocket and called out to Anurag, 'Coming?'

'You go on,' Anurag said, grimacing slightly. 'I'm not feeling too well.'

'Aarrggh,' I punched the air. 'Anyone want to come? I have an extra ticket.' I called out to the group. No one responded. They needed time.

There I was, torn between being loyal to my group and to the mountain. It took me all of two minutes to choose the mountain.

'People, please try and get permissions, and come up as far as you can. I'll meet you on my way down.' I smiled sheepishly and took off. I knew they would all be pissed - especially Radhika and Malpani.

It had been a long time since I had trekked alone. With newfound energy, I set off for Kumaraparvat, humming a familiar song.


"Far over the misty mountains cold, 
To dungeons deep, and caverns old... 
We must away, ere break of day, 
To seek our pale, enchanted gold..." 

Chapter - 6 : Lonely Mountain

I hastened over a grassy trail, following the sound of crunching footsteps, which I reckoned were the lucky few who had gotten past the fuzz. 

The grass was now drier, and the vegetation grew more sparsely as the path winded upwards. Tall trees stood like lone watchtowers, placed like milestones among the short flowering shrubs and skeletons of blackwood trees. 

I zeroed in on the rustling sounds, and came face to face with a herd of cows, grazing unattended. There was no way through, except - well, through them. 

I stepped gingerly, dodging the patches of hay they were immersed in and their hyperactive tails. One particularly fat one was proving difficult to circumnavigate, and finally I had to vault over her back. My pocket brushed against her hump, and the crackling of the Snickers wrapper stood out like a snoring maami in a concert hall. All the cows swung towards me. 

The fat alpha female started nuzzling me, trying to get to the chocolate bar. 'No,' I stated sternly. 'Only salad for you.' She mooed despairingly and went away to sulk with the other cows. 'All right,' I sighed. 'If there's one left I'll give it to you when I'm back.' I turned around and gasped at the sight that greeted me. 

The mountain reared its head and peeked through the clouds, looking bemusedly down at the mortals trying to scale it. I saw a small group making its way up, disappearing into the mist one by one. Then I realized there was a higher peak behind it. The more I looked, the more mountains came into focus, like larger and larger shadows from a growing fire. The wind had become cooler, nipping at my fingertips and ears, and I shivered involuntarily. I took a deep breath to prepare myself.

Game on, mountain.

The first level of the journey was a meandering trail, flanked by pale yellow grass and boulders arranged in an almost man-made fashion. I could see a patch of forest to my left, slowly sinking away as I climbed higher. A stray dog appeared out of nowhere and came up to me, wagging its tail.

'You're definitely not getting a Snickers,' I said to her and sauntered on. She followed me, wearing a bemused expression, as if laughing at the idea of walking for recreation. I smiled a little too - we prided ourselves on being on a much higher plane than animals, when basically, we had just constructed a tedious maze to get to the same place.

The forest disappeared below me, and the trail became steeper, rockier. Tectonic forces had constructed a crude staircase that led straight up into the unknown. The clouds rolled and writhed like a hive mind; a sentient giant that absorbed all who entered its intimidating yet deceptive haze.

'Clouds always look opaque,' my father said, pointing to the monstrous entity we were about to enter. 'But see what happens when we actually meet them.'

It was Sikkim; our car was winding up the difficult terrain, and we might as well be flying among the birds.

Our vehicle drove into the fog, and yet I could see everything, clear as day, as if the clouds were parting their curtains for us.

'See?' My father smiled. 'Remember this when something scares or mystifies you. Just dive into it; you'll find you've seen all of it before...'

I smiled at the faint memory, feeling a tinge of home-sickness. Just a week more, and I would be touring Orissa with my parents; making more memories to miss.

I looked back at the dog, standing at the beginning of the staircase, wagging her tail ever so slightly. I felt like Jack, climbing up a rocky beanstalk to look for treasures in the sky. 'Bye, you. Fee fi fo fum,' I said to her. She gave a short bark and trotted away.

I nibbled on a Snickers bar as I gained altitude, passing the trekkers who had left earlier. I saw them perched atop a reddish boulder, taking huge gulps from their water bottles. I realized I had forgotten mine. They showed me a thumbs up sign, and I waved the chocolate in response.

The eldest of them laughed and asked me, 'A sip for a bite?'

I nodded and took a swig, while he looked at the Snickers like he could put an engagement ring on it. Finally, he took a bite, closing his eyes and chewing slowly.

'Any idea how long it'll take from here?'

'Three hours. For you, I'd say one.'

I chuckled and said goodbye. And here I thought I was going slowly.

'Don't forget to take pictures, please,' Ayushi's words came back to me. I decided to pause and capture some landscapes.

I looked at the scenes surrounding me and then my photos. I laughed and shook my head, resuming my journey. What fleeting mementos we keep, what faded memories; like trying to hold on to water droplets in a perennial stream. The only moments are now; the rest are simply entrancing illusions, like rainbows in a waterfall.

I came across a tiny grove, with a clump of trees that looked like they were huddled together. I went inside to see what secrets they were whispering, and discovered an underground stream that had surfaced for a few moments to quench our thirst. Cupping my hands, I took a sip, feeling the familiar earthy flavour awaken my senses. The brook disappeared a few rocks later, back into the depths of the mountain slope. I climbed out of that tiny shrine, and continued. I could still hear the water gurgling beneath the ground, like an exuberant, encouraging aria the hill was singing for our soliloquies.

I had long passed the clouds, and the other trekkers. I saw people making their way down, tired but triumphant. 'Just one more hour, man. You're almost there,' a very old man in an army jacket told me, patting me on the back. I hoped I would have his energy when I passed my prime.

I slipped on a particularly steep rock, and quickly caught hold of it, pulling myself up. Above it, the entire climb was like this. I would have to be more careful.

I got used to it, applying more pressure on the soles of my feet to hoist myself up. At that point, the clouds had blanketed the entire ground below me, so it felt like I was on a castle of rock hanging in the sky. The air was thick with moisture, and every gust of chilly wind brought a short-lived drizzle. I saw some youngsters standing on a sheet of rock jutting out of the mountain, staring quietly into the bed of clouds below them.

I reached the highest point I could see, and now the trail went downwards. Had I reached the peak?

'It's further ahead,' A Sardar came up behind me, panting heavily. 'You have to cross a forest and then climb a huge wall of rock. Come on,' he beckoned to me.

We set off, exchanging Snickers and water. 'You crazy fellow, you didn't even bring a water bottle?' he laughed as I took a sip.

What followed was a conversation in hurried, short breaths. As we climbed together, I found out he worked in Prestige Tech Park too, and had come here as part of the Bangalore Trekking Club. He also ran half-marathons, and was preparing for a full one.

'Lovejeet,' he said, extending his hand. I turned around and shook it. 'Danish.'

'Well, here's the forest.' We came upon a tiny opening in the rocks, and I could see lush green canopies past it.

I stepped through, and stood face to face with the most oddly placed jungle I had ever seen. The terrain was plain, but you could easily fall over the edge if you took a wrong turn. I peeked over the precipice, and saw the sky floating underneath, while trees surrounded me. It was the most magical perspective - an oasis in the sky.

'Want to sprint it?' Lovejeet asked me, winking.

I nodded. A man after my own heart.

So we raced, dodging rocks and barks, occasionally jumping over streams that flowed off the mountain and down the unknown netherworld of clouds, like a river falling off the end of a flat planet. After a tiny waterfall that seemed to be in a tussle with the plants in its path, we stood eye to eye with the wall of rock.

'All hands on board,' Lovejeet chuckled and took a sip from his bottle.

I jumped and caught the top edge of the biggest boulder, pulling myself up, fighting the silky moss that threatened to dislodge my grip, and made it to the top. Hundred more to go.

'Always gonna be another mountain, always gonna wanna make it move...' I hummed softly as I leapt at the next rock. The song brought back memories from the Bandaje Falls trek.

'Ain't about how fast I get there, ain't about what's waiting on the other side...' Anjana sang as we neared the waterfall, its pleasant roar resonating with her voice.

'It's the climb...' Parag trilled shakily, not really resonating with anything. I swung around to face him. 'I thought you didn't listen to pop,' I chided him. 

'You take this to the grave,' he growled as he passed me, while I chortled in delight. 

I smiled at the remembrance, and found myself standing at the summit of the gorge we had just surmounted. There was a small boundary of trees surrounding a man-made rocky sanctum, like a finishing line banner. I glimpsed the origin of the tiny waterfall we had passed before. I couldn't believe my eyes - it was dew trickling from the leaves. I bent and let the condensation trickle into my mouth, tasting purity like never before. Hidden within the branches was a sign.

Kumara Parvatha. 0 k.m.

Chapter - 7 : Top Of The World

Me and Lovejeet sat near the wall of trees surrounding us, resting our throbbing legs. My muscles were still pumping; I felt like I could run a marathon even now. 

'We should walk around a little to cool down,' Lovejeet suggested, and I agreed. We took off our shoes and socks and went around the tiny temple. There was a small red flag caught in the rocks. I spotted an 'S loves S' etched into one of the bottom boulders.

'Do you think he was alone when he carved that?' I asked Lovejeet, who let out a hearty guffaw. 

Finally, our legs cooled down, and we sat on the dewy grass, munching on the last of my Snickers. 'Sorry, cow,' I thought involuntarily. 

'Do you like trekking for the scenic beauty or the rush of physical exertion?' I asked Lovejeet through my last bite. 

'I'm in it for the adrenaline rush,' he grinned. 'Don't get me wrong, I love nature; there's nothing as refreshing as a water body or a grove, but the sense of achievement on completing something difficult is what I seek.'

I nodded. We all played for different prizes through the same game; and yet, the prize was the same, and our journeys different. 

'Why do you enjoy travelling?' Lovejeet passed the question back to me. 

I thought for a while. The search for some answers whose questions I yet didn't know? The strange homesickness for a home that was everywhere else but not here? The tiny trinkets of vast knowledge that taught you a little more of how all of existence works?

I shrugged. 'It's fun.'

He chuckled and stood. 'Come, let's return before the day ends.'

I took one last look at the empty altar and followed Lovejeet. 'Score one for the team,' I whispered to myself, and heard the bubbling of the frail waterfall; a mellow applause for my march. Or was it a broken cry of separation? 

'I've seen your flag on the marble arch, and love is not a victory march,

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah...'

Climbing down was much easier. My legs carried themselves with surprising speed - I just had to make sure I didn't slip and dash myself on the unforgiving rocks. I slowed down at the canyon, and used both my hands and feet to descend it. I looked back at Lovejeet. We were making good speed - we would be back to Bhattara Mane in an hour.

I jumped from the giant monolith and landed on the forest floor. The clouds had risen and were floating among the trees, as if looking for places to nest. It felt like a dream, just more real than anything I had felt in waking life. I waved to some folks I had crossed on my way up, who looked at me like I was a ghost.

The fog relented as I came back to the narrow fissure and crawled my way out, back into the sky. I looked back at Lovejeet, and waited for a bit.

'Hey man, it's okay, You go on,' he panted as he caught up. 'We'll meet at Bhattara Mane for dinner.' He smiled and showed me a thumbs up sign. I returned it, and walked off. Hopefully I would see him on another trek.

In a matter of minutes I had crossed the steepest part of the descent, with a few scratches on my hands and lower back from the slippery rocks. This would have to be a nearly impossible climb during the monsoon - I had to try that sometime. 

The grove came into view. I entered it yet again, and there was no sound save the trickling of the water, and my deep breaths. I wondered if all of these streams met somewhere; if all of water had travelled around the world, from vapour to cloud to rain to rivulet, and finally the ocean. I wondered if I could hitch a ride. 

I ran my hand through the water, like a fleeting embrace that would be returned somewhere else. The stream disappeared, and infinite moments later, so did I.

The way down was much easier, and I was back on the plains, below the clouds. I saw the dog running through the grass, welcoming some new adventurers. 

'Hey, how long will it take to get to the top?' One of them asked as I neared them. 

'Two to three hours - but it feels like a lifetime.' I answered.

'Well, that's better than the opposite,' they laughed mirthfully. 'Thank God.'

The dog came up to me, wagging her tail. I petted her for a while and then went on. She gave a short bark, and returned to the mountain, disappearing into the cloud.

The sun hung low in the sky, and the fog dispersed. Everything became clearer, and a coppery red washed over the world. I hummed a tune in Raga Vakulabharanam, wishing I had my flute with me.

I saw a group sitting among the grass and rocks, watching the setting sun. I recognized Malpani, Deepayan and Rachana. I joined them.

'Hey, look who's back,' Saurabh proclaimed. 'I thought it took five hours to go and come back. How are you already here?'

'I guess it takes that much in the monsoons. The trek wasn't that hard - but really beautiful.'

'Look at Danish trying to be modest,' Abhinav grinned.

'How far did you guys come?'

'Around halfway,' Rachana answered. 'We felt like stopping at every place,' she flashed her characteristic grin.

I saw Radhika perched alone on a nearby rock, and Vedant clicking some landscapes in the distance. I was excited to see what gems he had captured this time.

'So, how high did you go? How did you feel?' Anurag asked me.

'Top of the world,' I answered both questions.

Chapter - 8 : Sky Full Of Stars

We walked in single file, back to the forest department office. I played a little game, allowing myself to only step on stones. Again, I reminisced about the Rishikesh trip with Raag and Parag in my final semester of college.

'Step on the rocks closest to the river,' I called out. Me and Parag followed the rules, discovering an entire spectrum of colours in the minerals. Sneha, Shruti, Abhijit, Abhay, Rutwik and Niharika followed, focusing more on getting back to our base camp.

The sun had now set, and everyone was tired. We knew the way, but it was a long walk, following the tributary to our destination. 

I walked with Sneha - she was getting a little hungry and cranky. 'How much farther?' She grumbled.

'Just a little more,' I answered, from sheer muscle memory. It was very useful for guides, if you were convincing enough - I still wonder how the guides did it.

'That's what you say everytime,' she huffed out. I gulped.

Suddenly, we saw the lights of our camp. On cue, the fireflies swarmed around the rocks on our way, like stars coming down to greet us. Sneha smiled. 

I walked on ahead. She would be just fine. 

The sight of the office shook me from my reverie. It was getting dimmer; it was time to set up camp and retire for the day. 

'Guys,' Malpani pitched an idea (apologies for the tent pun). 'You know if we make it down fast, we can actually leave for Bangalore and be there tomorrow morning.' 

'Yeah, let's take some wild boars and leopards with us too,' Isha retorted with cutting sarcasm. She could give Anjana a run for her money. 

'Arre, we'll be back before nighttime,' Malpani waved the concern away. 'Who's with me?'

A murmur went through the group, with some hushed discussions and musings, and all eyes swung to me. Uh-oh.

'All right, let's just vote. That should settle it.' Vedant suggested hesitantly.

'Oh, of course,' Brij spoke up. 'We solve every problem in India by voting - it's going pretty well for us.'

'Before random voting, let's just state our arguments first. Let's not succumb to mob mentality.'

'Hey, he called us a mob.' Brij piped up. 'Let's kill him!'

I looked at Brij, and we both burst out laughing. 'Okay, fine.' I spoke up. 'Please make an informed decision and vote accordingly. And no abstaining so that everyone likes you.'

Everyone paused to think.

'I'll just say this - we've brought our tents, and camping here will be a lot of fun, you'll get a very clear sky,' Vedant's eyes lit up at that. 'And it's dark enough for wild animals to start coming out and eating lost trekkers.' Spurthi and Ayushi gasped at that. 

'Bad moderator!' Malpani pointed to me dramatically, and I felt like the plot twist in a Balaji Telefilms serial. 'He was on the campers' side all along!'

'No wonder the Mafia wins everytime he plays God.' Aditya Singh said, narrowing his eyes at me in mock resentment. 

'Hey, there's an upside to leaving now, of course.'

Everyone waited.

'You get to spend an extra day loitering in your apartments, in good old Bangalore,' I said meekly, avoiding all eye contact with Malpani. I could still feel his scowl, through five people standing between us. 

Anyway, the voting happened, and the campers lost. 

'Cool, let's leave before it gets too dark.' Malpani and the right wing set off (relax, I'm just referring to the people on my right), and those who were left followed reluctantly. 

'Mutiny, I tell ya,' I spoke gruffly under my breath. 'Shiver me timbers, them deserters scuttled me ship.'

'Then why are we going?' Isha asked indignantly, not amused. 'Let's stay, I'm pretty sure it's not safe. Camping will be fun.'

And so, the tent faction put their foot down - metaphorically of course, they were too tired to even lift their hands for the vote - and called out to the others. They came running back, to see what the problem was. Malpani looked like he could commit a murder and a half.

'Let's all just set up camp and relax.' I started. 'We can sit and have fun and tell stories, bond with each other.'

Both sides stared sulkily across the wide chasm of a Cold War. I felt like I was asking US and Russia to play nice and share their toys. 

Soon, we found a nice spot with the tents from the other groups, midway between Bhattara Mane and the forest department. We unrolled the tents and started setting them up in silence. The tension was thicker than any cloud I had faced today. I just hoped nobody would abscond in the middle of the night with the tents - and the people in them.

I hammered a nail into the soft soil, and Malpani handed me one of the metal hooks to attach to it. 'Hey,' I spoke to him. 'It'll be fun.'

'Yeah,' he answered surlily. 'It's going to be in-tents.'

I stared at him for a full minute.

'Get it? Intense?'

Both of us collapsed in a fit of giggles. And like that, the ice had melted. 

We had brought six tents for eighteen people, so sleep was going to be comfortable. For the time being, we laid the mats outside, and our entire group settled down, looking up at the darkening sky.

'Dinner in an hour?'

Everyone murmured their assents and dissents. Right now exhaustion was their primary concern, but hunger would soon win. 'Cool, we'll leave for Bhattara Mane slightly before the other groups.' I really wanted to drink that buttermilk again.

As the tents around us buzzed with activity, we huddled together in various Buddha positions and played Contact and 20 questions. Some of the morning's excitement resurfaced, and we were all laughing and cursing each other again.

'Okay, I'm hungry now.' Ayushi declared, and a series of ayes rose up. The others decided to snack their way to sleep. So, me, her, Sonali, Brij, Radhika, Sakaar and Aditya Singh set off, with three torches between us.

There was a lot of hubbub and babble there, but the sound of clinking vessels and running water soothed it. We took off our footwear and sat on the ground, near the tulsi in the centre, lapping up sambar rice from our palm-leaf plates. We compared our BITSian lives with that of Radhika's (she was from an NIT), rejoicing about our attendance policies and lamenting the curfew that had existed in our time.

After seven rounds of buttermilk, we headed back with a bounce in our steps. There was no moon, but the stars had come out, sending us beacons that had probably originated before humanity existed. Well, better hundreds of light years late than never.

Most of us had gone off to sleep. Some stayed up, forming a campfire circle, illuminated by starlight.

'Ghost stories!' Ayushi chirped. 'This is the perfect setting.'

'Yeah, except there's no campfire and we're not ten anymore.'

'Okay, I'll start. Once in a trekking group...'

'Is this one of those oh-so-clever meta stories that start with a camp telling horror stories that actually come true?'

'No no. So, the group was getting late. Some decided to trek through the night, back down, dragging the others with them. Guess what happened when night fell?'

'Oh shut up,' Malpani snapped, laughing with the others.

Then, I ended up telling them a cliched scary story with a twist ending that was actually more predictable than the conventional one.

'That was good,' Brij clapped softly with the others. 'But I've heard scarier things on Aastha TV.'

'Ei, Brij, tell stories from your village.' Sonali prodded him.

'Cool. Hamaar gaun mein...'

And so we shared anecdotes from our schools and towns; of playing pranks on sadistic P.T teachers, of running behind the police jeep with the headmaster sitting in it, of principals eloping with Moral Science teachers, of thuglife cows, of mischief that had gotten us all flayed at some point, of bringing wild animals into the class and of hilariously incompetent English teachers.

There was no light left on the ground, and we all looked up at the tiny giants, twinkling, as if laughing along with us. We all sat still, in complete darkness, not being able to take our eyes off the light show; like we were the inky sky, with an entire planet's panorama of animated activity above us.

'Well, wow.' Brij whispered.

In rural France, they believe that whenever a baby is born, a new star appears in the sky; but when the person dies, the star stays on, watching over his or her loved ones. As I stared at my million forefathers, I wondered - had we blocked their protective gaze with smoke and artificial lights in the cities? Was that why so many of us lead such dead lives, without the wisdom of the sky full of stars to shine on us? Is that why we think such deep thoughts, have such epiphanies and find truths hiding in plain sight, in places where the sky can see us?

Was what I was thinking right now just a message from one of my ancestors, brought to me by his or her ephemeral twinkling?

I really missed the moon. If stars were your departed loved ones, the moon was the one closest to you, watching over you no matter how cloudy the sky grew, dying away slowly, but coming back every night - a blemished Phoenix with blemished love.

'We should really go to sleep.' Malpani broke the silence.

'Yeah, we should.' I uttered.

And after an hour more of star-gazing, we did.     



A sestina is a poetic form that uses the repetition of words at the end of each line, in various orders, to convey emphasis and intensity. Apart from this, some other words are repeated for the same effect. It ends with a tercet, said to contain the essence of the theme.

"They say that I know nothing of love,
For they’ve seen nothing that makes me cry.
‘Is that what love is?’ I ask the moon.
It falls on deaf ears like the cry of the wolf,
But my thoughts shall return here every night,
And spill the secrets of the night again...


Give me the moon’s false light again, 
For I have seen how false is love,
And I shall whisper this secret to the night. 
I’ll watch the world silently cry, 
For they should know of the lonely wolf,
Who knows no love, but only the moon...


What greater woe than to love the moon?
And watch it die and rise again.
In every life, it forgets the wolf, 
Does every night, it forget of love?
On moonless nights, I watch him cry, 
The wolf that lives but for the night...


The lives that wolf gives for the night, 
Alas! He’ll never know why the moon 
Turns her back to its glorious cry, 
And each fortnight, scorns him yet again. 
But each fortnight, she silhouettes his love, 
The mighty moon with the mighty wolf…


Such is the curse of the love-struck wolf,
As told by the sullen, saturnine night, 
It whispers of lucid, laconic love, 
To the ears of the mercurial, momentary moon.
This wicked world wishes this fate again, 
How wicked this wish, to vicariously cry…


Perhaps this love can make me cry, 
For every night I see the trapped wolf,
And the night has hunted the wolf again, 
The wolf that hunts the secrets of the night. 
And as it falls, fated for the baited moon,
With bated breath, I cry false love…


Don’t smother my cry, O pitiless night,
For I am the wolf that howls at the moon,
And I’ll see you tomorrow, again, my love..."

Photos, courtesy of Anurag Rastogi, Abhishek Nayak, Ayushi Bansal, Isha Yadav, Deepayan Dasgupta, Vedant Sapra and Abhinav Sethi.

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