I hurried to the window to open it. Eva jumped inside . 'Let's go to your room. I've got something to show you.' She spoke in her most exhilarated voice. We both ran to my room.
'What is it?' I questioned as she pulled out a paper with several irregular folds from her pocket.
'A big lane, avenues, buildings, Amy our place will turn to this!' Eva sang as she handed me the paper. I stood still processing her words.
'Amy?' Eva shook me. 'Aren't you excited?' I noded. 'But where will all this be laid?' I asked sounding totally confused.
'The temple street.'
'But where will the temple go? And.. and the lane? And what about the lilacs?'
'You question too much. They'll break off the temple and bury the lake. Simple! And maybe they'll just throw away the lilacs.'
'What?! But why? Don't they like flowers?'
'I don't know Amy. We'll see, okay?'
'But.. but the lilacs?'
'I think they'll spare the lilacs or maybe just pull them apart like the rootless weeds.
Amidst the dark, they grow.
Unnoticed, uncared, with no eyes over them.
Then fall with the evening sky.'
Her poetry makes me sick. But she's too happy reciting it to me. So I don't mind listening to her kind of boring poems.
'You like it?' She asked all excited.
'Um, I didn't understood a word'
'One day you will.'
Her eyes were tender. I wondered if one day I'll really fall for poetry.
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The seasons fled like pages. Winter was gone and spring left us breeze and greenery. The trees were all green and blossoms were spreading their aroma in every possible direction. And finally it's summer.
It was a regular hot day. Gardens smelled of fruits and flowers. I and Eva were scribbling on the sand. A slight breeze caressed our faces. Suddenly, an enchanting aroma struck my nose. I sniffed in and sniffed again. It was of ripe mangoes. I and Eva turned to each other with delight, talking to each other in our heads. We followed the smell and reached Mr. David's home. Mom once told me that he eats children. I dare not move a step forward.
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Ephemeral Lilacs
General Fiction" I love simple things dipped in love. Like the crimson violet lilacs that grow near the temple lake with threads of green algae knotted together with love. With a shade of orange falling from the aspen leaves when touched by sunlight "
