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“…my boy friend is not going to like this if he
hears about it” she said.
“Neither do my girl friend, but the difference…
is… we are not talking anymore, so I don't worry” he replied.
And they walked down the hill slowly in the
twilight. It was not the hill what
actually you think with thorns and bushes and trees. It was once like that may be, but now it was
turned into a concrete jungle with computers, internet, junk foods, food
courts, car parking, white lights, air conditioning vents, jeans, short skirts,
formal suites with tie and securities.
Basically it was an IT ‘park’, so it is called.
But still the hill had had its
originality. The roads were not straight
but curvy; it cannot be plain and smooth but bumpy and sloppy. They both knew each other lately but were
buddies from earlier births. He
remembers standing still at the first day, very first moment when she saw
her.
She said “why are you sad…?” that was the very
first thing she said as if continuing from the last conversation they had.
“What is your name?” he replied and from then
on the past life buddies became buddies again.
The road was in harmony with the nature, trees
and breeze mend together along with the twilight. They planned it for a short walk, treading
till the bottom of the hill. And there were waters flowing down the hill at the
sides of the road faster than their thoughts.
“I like this walk” he said
“…I too” she replied.
They didn’t know what life has for them when the
road ends and when they go on in their own ways, but for now the walk was
pleasant and present.
“I need a small house, built only for me. I probably won’t allow anybody. I will paint the walls in pink, the doors,
the floors, the window, the utensils, my wardrobe and what not! Everything I
want it in pink. I will wear pink silk
dresses and like a pinkish happy life alone” she said
He was silent as she recited her wish he was
taken in to her imagination. A man’s
imagination of a woman will always be little different. He had put her in a pink castle where in the
flames at the night glows in pink. There
was a throne or a high seat decorated with white and pink flowers. (Wait! Where does the white come from! But
you see plain pink won’t look good). She
walked the aisle in her silky soft pink queen’s wardrobe and white gloves (it
is okay, gloves in pink doesn’t match the pink dresses) followed by guards
wearing pink suites (they where wearing black shoes, not white this time nor
pink). She resigned to her bed where in
the walls were pink and the bed and pillows were pink and shiny. She changed to her pink night dress allowing
her long black hair to spread over the shiny pink bed. It looked like a portrait from the top
angle. The curtains on the sides of the
bed fell which was white blending with pink.
“Are you with me?” she asked.
“Oh, yes” he replied.
– Man destroys the reality any woman wants with
his own virtual reality – he thought
They continued to walk. When they reached the bottom of the hill it
was dark.
“Shall we walk for little while more…?” He
said.
She didn’t reply but walked with him. The walk seemed to be a continuation of the
one they went together some centuries back, may be, in the same place with the
same friendship.
He knew, she cannot be saved from the life and
she knew he cannot be consoled and comforted.
They both know they have to walk forward holding their hearts together. They know life will bring them together
whenever they are stroked down so that their friendship is renewed.
The reached the cross roads and parted with
smile only to meet again another day to say that - that walk was great and
never had one such after because life throws relationships in our way but less
friendship.
