2. Section I, Paragraph 1-6

 

Have you ever heard the sound of the wind? It sounds like who, whoo, whoo. Here the author is telling about the Himalayan region full of snow, where we have tall pines and deodar trees. You can hear the sound over the hills.
 
The author is describing a hill, which he calls as haunted as there were people in those areas some years back, but there is no one there now only a few trees and bushes.
 
He is telling about a hilly region where we can always see a small village on the slopes of the next hill. People kept some large stones on the tin roof so that they doesn't blow away. In those area's whatever is the weather sunny or cold, there is always wind blowing and doors and windows rattled, chimneys choked, and clothes which were hung on clothe hanger blew away.

 

In that village, three children were drying their clothes. They kept a stone on each clothing so that it won't fly, but still, the clothes were fluttering.
 
Usha was one of them. She had dark hair and rosy cheeks. She was struggling to hold her grandfather's long loose shirt. She was just eleven/twelve years old. She had a younger brother named Suresh who was holding the bedsheet. Usha's friend and neighbour called Binya, who was older to Usha, was handing them clothes to dry.
 
Finally, they made sure that the clothes were held by rocks on the wall, after that they sat on a flat stone just looking at the fields and the ruined Haunted Hill.