They walked with grace and pride. But they were tender in gait walking downhill with an ancient vase carrying water . long hair and silver anklets yellow blouse and yellow skirt, she walked without glancing up, she was scared of the forest floor whatever wriggled in the mud? It was a strange place with a strange scent of the past, like time has come to a standstill. And has forgotten to dream about future. She had a unique maturity in her eyes which screamed out the pain. Her mouth never had a full smile. Yet she looked her best and felt devine. She felt she belonged to the forest more than to the plains. She loved to talk with her talkative friends inspite of their differences. The moon was full and the creatures were waiting to take their forms and she hurried towards her home like the dusty wind ,which carried fear. She moved on top of the tallest tree and sat on its highest branch watering the tree She smiled along with her companions thinking how long long ago they too once drank the river water .
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