The rain
"Nah, I am not gonna explain the whole damn rule to you Jason, no. It's too much complicated and I don't even know where to start. It kinda looks like a treasure hunt but I am not sure about it at all."
"Its nuffing John, you just have to make out the meaning of the place from the jumbled words. Its so damn easy. Now get to the place you can make out of it. Palatial Palace arena ain't even that unknown, at least not to you.""Ah I know but the game conductors have set the bars too high. It's so hard."
"Stop saying that and play it. Go."
I am pushed forth to join the crowd and enter the jumbled game.
Maybe my mom doesn't realizes I'm 7 but I do.
I carve out from the big names the very sacred and famous fountain of Starview, which lies here, in Palatial Palace arena.
I run to the place, dashing through the leaves of the trees which are lined on the slim path and i should be running off the road, which means through the trees. One branch cuts through the bottom of my knee but it doesn't really matters compared to the Fanta fountain.
I reach on time but it seemed like someone was already there before me.
The black long hairs swayed through the wind. It was like the wind had fingers which ran smoothly through the frizz of her hairs, curved at the ends. Delicate, little fringes of short upto-forehead-cut hairs were dancing vertically up as if to catch the rain which was about to fall down.
It starts pouring out of the mist and I stood there like a stone, watching her hairs, getting wet in the spring rain. Its more like winter to be honest.
I don't move. I don't budge. I stood still to watch her. She slowly pulls off her hands from the stone counter made of wood, from which the view ran down to the very deep sea, and looks back to look me in the eye.
I carve out from the big names the very sacred and famous fountain of Starview, which lies here, in Palatial Palace arena.
I run to the place, dashing through the leaves of the trees which are lined on the slim path and i should be running off the road, which means through the trees. One branch cuts through the bottom of my knee but it doesn't really matters compared to the Fanta fountain.
I reach on time but it seemed like someone was already there before me.
The black long hairs swayed through the wind. It was like the wind had fingers which ran smoothly through the frizz of her hairs, curved at the ends. Delicate, little fringes of short upto-forehead-cut hairs were dancing vertically up as if to catch the rain which was about to fall down.
It starts pouring out of the mist and I stood there like a stone, watching her hairs, getting wet in the spring rain. Its more like winter to be honest.
I don't move. I don't budge. I stood still to watch her. She slowly pulls off her hands from the stone counter made of wood, from which the view ran down to the very deep sea, and looks back to look me in the eye.
The narration turns suddenly deep, smooth, silent and still. As if we slowly grew out of our childhood sweaters, teenage jeans and 20s coats. We are even now. Me and her.
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