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| Sko mat bitip, ki.sang dengreng kitik |
Under the tranquil moonlit sky, Rongam-Pa, a diligent Garo farmer, was resting in his humble hut, 'A.ba jamadal', that was build at the centre of Jhum field. It was a routine practice for him to guard his precious crops from the notorious wild hogs, mischievous monkeys and other wild animals that often intrude into his field. As the night wore on, he decided to play his flute as there wasn't anything for him to do during that time.
With his flute in his one hand and a traditional sword called 'Milam' on the other, he stepped outside his shelter and sat on the large rock near his jamadal, overlooking his whole field. The soft glow of the moon was casting an ethereal light upon the surroundings. He closed his eyes and started to play his flute, allowing the gentle breeze to guide his melodies. The enchanting notes of his flute danced through the air, weaving a melodious tunes that resonated across the jhum field.
Unknown to him was that his music had stirred the curiosity of the mystical creature known as 'Sko Mat Bitip, Ki•sang Dengreng Kitik.' This creature derived its name from its peculiar appearance, reflecting its unique features. Its hair, resembled a nest woven by a squirrel, bristled with an untamed wildness, while its pointed behind (butt) bore a striking resemblance to the traditional bamboo funnel, used by the Garo people to filter sodium water from bamboo ash. The creature's chest held a single glowing eye, casting an eerie luminescence in the darkness. Its body, covered in coarse hair, felt like sharp splinters upon touch, that leaves a lingering itching sensation.
It is said that the creature's hair, resembled a nest woven by a squirrel, bristled with an untamed wildness. Its pointed butt bore a striking resemblance to the traditional bamboo funnel, used by the Garo people to filter sodium water from bamboo ash. The creature's chest held a single glowing eye, casting an eerie luminescence in the darkness. Its body, covered in coarse hair, felt like sharp splinters upon touch, that leaves a lingering itching sensation.
Mesmerized by Rongampa's flute's melodies, the creature, with keen ears attuned to the harmonies, approached with cautious steps. As it drew closer, the moonlight revealed the creature's extraordinary features, which seemed both mesmerizing and unsettling. Its hair like a squirrel's woven nest rustled with each movement, as if alive with a hidden energy. The pointy bottom (butt) like a traditional bamboo funnel added an intriguing aspect to its already enigmatic appearance. Its single eye on the chest pierced through the night, emanating an otherworldly glow. The creature's coarse hair, so bristly that it felt like splinters, carried an unsettling allure, causing an itching sensation to anyone who dared to touch it.
Just as Rongampa reached the crescendo of his melody, he sense that something was standing behind him. He stopped his flute, opened his eyes and turned back to see the creature towering over him. A mixture of awe and trepidation surged within him, yet he stood firm, unyielding in the face of the unknown. With a mighty roar, the creature let out a piercing scream, its voice echoing through the night, as it challenged him in an ancient Garo tongue, "Gando bikode bipa ong•ode, angming dinggrikeni biltangko sunieni!"
Translated, the words meant, "if you're bold enough, face me in battle if you dare!"
Gando bikode bipa ong•ode,angming dinggrikeni biltangko sunieni!
Rongampa's heart raced fast and his pounding heart could be heard loudly in the eerie silent of the night, but his determination was ignited by the creature's bold challenge. With a resolute expression, he accepted the formidable proposition, ready to prove his strength and protect his honor. The jhum field seemed to hold its breath as the stage was set for an extraordinary confrontation between mortal and mystical.
The moon was there to witness an epic battle between them and the streams and the rivers silently supported him. Rongampa, fueled by a mixture of fear and valor, launched himself into the fight with unwavering resolve. Every swing, every dodge, was met with the creature's otherworldly grace and power. Dust swirled around them as they clashed, the rhythmic sounds of their struggle reverberating through the night.
Rongampa drew upon the strength gained from years of laboring in the fields, channeling his fortitude into every strike. The creature, a formidable adversary, matched him blow for blow, its unearthly presence a testament to the mysteries of the Garo folklore. As the first light of dawn began to peek over the horizon, he felt his energy wane, the weight of exhaustion settling upon his weary frame. But he refused to yield. Summoning the last remnants of his strength, he delivered a decisive blow, forcing the creature to retreat, its form fading into the depths of the forest.
With a mix of relief and triumph, Rongampa emerged from the battle-scarred but victorious. He stood amidst his beloved jhum field, the sweat of his brow mingling with the morning dew. News of his encounter with the mystical creature spread like wildfire everywhere, transforming him into a legend, a symbol of bravery and resilience in the face of the unknown.
And so, the tale of Rongampa's encounter with the mysterious 'Sko Mat Bitip, Ki•sang Dengreng Kitik' endured as a testament to the indomitable spirit of the Garo people. It served as a reminder that even in the darkest of nights, when faced with the most extraordinary challenges, humans possess the strength to triumph and emerge victorious.
As the generations passed, his tale continued to be told, inspiring Garo children and reminding them of the power that lies within, waiting to be awakened when faced with the trials of life.