The Lost Walk

 

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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.