Three Line Tales, Week 184
By Neel Anil Panicker
His preferred poison was heading to the jungles, and once there, amidst Nature and its deafening silence, he would take out his saxophone and make music as lions, wild boars, deer and other four legged friends, also winged ones, made for an eclectic audience.
Hers was history, and her feet walked the multi-hued pebbled pathways that led to ancient century old churches, where she would gaze endlessly at the tall sky kissing spires, and wonder at the majesty of the Gothic structures as the sun streaked in through the clouds and made love to the steined fresco roofed glasses.
No one knows how, when, why, and where they, that’s Rashmi and Arif met, but when they did, it created, both music and history of a very different kind.
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