The two sit on the stream side. The air is still, and hotter than they can ever remember it being.
There's a storm building, one that has been brewing for past few months, and they know it now.
And they don't speak, because after all these days of working and laughing and arguing and sitting together, they don't need to. They're practically one person, extensions of each other, as though the lines that distinguish them from each other have blurred almost into nonexistence.
They don't mind. This is the way it's always been, since they came to know one another and this is their only comfort now.
The Princess scoots a little closer to the Knight, and he places his hand on her shoulder as a comforting gesture. Their legs dangle over the edge of the rock they are sitting on and she sighs.
I'am feeling scared….very scared…," the Princess whispers…
"You should not think over this too much now, I'am here with you …and will be there always…" the Knight affirms...
"Do you think we can do it? " the Princess asks…
"Yes ., Of course" …the Knight re affirms.
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Even as a child, he was loyal. When his mom told him to watch over his younger brother and sister… he made certain he did the job given to him perform to his utmost ability.
It was easier then.
Even as a child, he was clever. He religiously put his toys away in the basket when he was done playing. He knew that everything had a place, a way that things should be; that the world should be made up of order and symmetry.
It was clearer then.
He learned to read when he was four, and growing old, he discovered a whole world of discipline and knowledge with volumes of bound leather arranged in a fascinating manner in their living room . He devoured them, reverently, with a hint of awe, as for him, they are a universe of facts and stories and truths that let him know what his next step should be.
It was simpler then.
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She was sad, perhaps, for her family and their not so well to do situation and she entered into many a scuffle with the family she is with now., when one taunted her parents.
It was easier then.
She would talk to her dolls as she hardly had any friends, very seriously , though she enjoyed it. Her dolls were an appreciative audience, faces always smiling no matter how dull her world is.
It was clearer then.
Even as a child, she was made for more. Even though she knew, she would not get her way always, that didn't stop her from trying. She understood the fact that every person thinks, that they want to be different. She had a purpose, a destiny until a few years back…except that it wasn't her destiny.
It was simpler then.
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The princess has a pain in her knee when she walks too much, and the knight's back aches when he lies down at night after a hard day's work.., also, he sometimes feels that he's about to come apart at the seams…
But none of that matters anyways, because their souls are old — so very, very old. Older than the stones that they are sitting on now.
They simply are who they are…..who they have always been.
They sit on the lake side, for just a few moments, but the moments are perfect while they are in them, they seem to last forever.
And when the clouds explode into a torrent of lashing rain and blinding lightning and the wind rips by ... they rise as one, and do what they were always meant to do, what his loyalty , intelligence, discipline, thoughtfulness and her more , were given to them in the beginning for.
They FIGHT…..together…as ONE…
They fight…for what SHOULD be theirs….a world of their own…full of Love ., Order and Symmetry.
FINISH.
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My Note : This short OS is inspired by an article I read very recently in a news paper …enlightening about Life's ordeals…which can neither be Easy, nor Clear , nor Simple.
I personally loved the Pond Scene of AnSh…and thought would weave a story out of these written as well as visual aspects…on the current plot in AnSh's journey of Life…
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