(62) IT HAPPENED SO..

Seemingly endless, silently flowing narrow deep brook covered with profusely thick, wildly bending trees on either sides.Waters as deep as any silent mind could be. An antique rock firmly situated on one side of the bank appearing as an apt seat. Sun forwarding towards setting zone making it blackish orange on all sides.A bamboo woven round casket-like boat floating along with the slow waters trying to match the laziest speed of the nature around. A girl in her mid twenties seated in the boat, not knowing the purpose of her presence amidst the mystifying milieu, wandering through the nature whilst struggling with her thoughts. A man though possessing every virtue of being most aspired, with his persona strutting natural gentility, seated apparently rather distinct and perturbed on the only rock in the vicinity. His despondent eyes tucked into the waters with gloomy face rested on the folded hand lying on the crested knee. Slow movement of the boat assisted the girl with ample time to see, observe the heartrending pose of the somber man, to feel the pain budging inside the sculptor alike seated being, to sense the possible trouble distressing the placid soul in her sight and to consider herself the most ill-omened creature for not been able to either discern the precise cause of the commotion niggling the man or rather help that man to feel serene. Boat moved ahead with the girl and her thoughts more traumatized (than that man could be!!), for moving ahead leaving that man behind to struggle, the only man she always thought of endowing with abundant happiness and every little good thing of her own life.