1000 MILES OF LOVE

Chapter 7: Who are you, Mily?

Hadn't it been for the orange dye in her hair, I would've thought that she was a mermaid. In my heart , I knew it she had finally come to me the angel of my dreams , the one I waited for all my life . So it was true , what my inner voice had been telling me , the angel made for me, she did exist. Afterall it was no stupid fantasy .She quickly waddled towards the crocodile. Was she on a suicide mission?

She put her hands on the crocodile between its nostrils and stroked it gently. The crocodile looked at her like a kitty happy to be petted.

She leaned in closer to where its ears could have been and whispered something inaudibly. For about two minutes both of them maintained eye contact.
Then the crocodile looked at me and then back at her and seemed to ask,
'But mommy can I have atleast one bite of this hooman please'
Again Mily whispered something in its ears .
The crocodile closed its eyes as If it was sighing and slowly sank and disappeared under water.

I couldn't believe my eyes. What had just happened? How did she do that? They both seemed to communicate through an unknown language. A sane person would be terrified by what they had witnessed but I was only amazed. Just like my intuition has been telling me, my angel has magical powers.

Then, she waded past me as if nothing had happened and went to the young girl and began swimming towards the banks with her.

"How long are you planning to stay inside the water and stare at me? Till the crocodile comes back?", she turned towards me and asked. I felt my cheeks burning.

Embarrassed, without a word, I swam back towards the riverbank.

"Raghav, bro do you have any idea how dangerous it was? ". It was Vikram, his eyes were red and he looked pale. "You have no idea how anxious I was. I was literally shaking and thinking of jumping into this river not bothering that I would just drown". What he just said pretty much summarizes Vikram's personality __ Ready to die or kill for a friend, scolding you even in front of your patients suffers from anxiety disorder kind of person.

"C'mon bro it's chill. I am okay. You are okay. The girl is okay, and everyone is just fine now", I tried to reassure him. "Come let's go check if the girl has any injuries". Vikram walked giving me that bombastic side eye.

Vikram was like a younger brother that I never had. He was a genius but, he would never accept that statement because of his sincere modesty. He used to be the most optimistic person that I had ever known. But since he broke up with his ex, 2 years ago he was never the same. He started suffering from anxiety disorder since then. I wanted to talk to him and calm him down but right now the only thing running in my head was my angel.

I walked past the people in the crowd towards her. She was standing there close to the tent we had built for the camp. She had placed the girl safely on the bed we use to examine patients. I walk towards her as if I was drawn by a mysterious magnetic field.

Vikram came along with me and started examining the girl and treating her injuries. We would shift her to the medical college soon. She looked completely fine but a fall from that height needed an immediate MRI to rule out cerebral bleeds.

I went close to this orange-haired stranger. She was wearing a dark blue tracksuit with a vest that had 'Karapuzha Adventure Park' written over it. The vest and her pants were both soaking wet. The clothes were hugging her tight and she looked like a river naiad that just dressed up as a human.

I cleared my throat to get her attention she smiled without looking in my direction and proceeded to take a towel and dry her hair. She carefully wiped the amulet she was wearing, a violet light was emanating from it. She was beautiful. But not like those ordinary girls who dolled up and tried to stick to the so-called beauty standards. She was naturally beautiful. Her dusky brown skin glowed in the evening sun. Her chocolate brown eyes were fierce and were glistening with the water. There was something magical about her. Was it the violet pendant? Or her orange curly hair?