HRI 2017 - Day 12
Contributor- Rita Keshishian
Ծուղ-րու—ղո՜ւ (cock-a- doodle-doo)
Our neighbor rooster “Anas” crowed the last wake up call- it was our departure day from our already home Shvanidzor.
Amazingly, my friend Sirarpi didn’t yell “Անաս սուս մնա ” (Anas, shut up!) that morning, maybe because the rooster’s sound had become one of the sweetest things of waking up she will ever miss…
Waking up we started packing our beds and luggage. However, there was some kind of a sound outside that was getting louder and louder my curiosity led me to the window seeing a big crowd of our kids waiting outside with sweets and flowers holding in their
hands. That moment I learned one important thing in my life realizing that the real happiness actually comes from giving out happiness to other people like them…
Getting down all of us were exposed to answer the world's hardest question of life, each of them approached us asking "Will you promise to come back next summer?"
We started heading to Sevan reminiscing all wonderful moments we had during last two weeks in Shvanidzor. The singing and poem evenings, late night conversations under the starry sky, hospitable villagers’ houses, milking cows, mouth-watering village drinks, hiking in the village and so many other moments that I will never forget in my life.
And of course, on our way to Sevan we couldn’t indifferently pass by our friend cows and not have a big performance of “chicken dance” for them, they enjoyed it so much that started escaping from us running with furious expressions of faces.
Finally, a breathtaking view of sunset welcomed us to our resort in Lake Sevan unrolling an alluring pink carpet on our road.
Already morning of Sevan.
No sound of “Anas”…
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