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Spurred on by a cool and pleasant breeze, the dried leaves scattered upon the ground rose a little bit before gently wafting back down. The giant tree towered over the landscape like an imperial patriarch. This piece of botanical relic had been a mute albeit honest witness to many a rebellion and reunion, deceit and debauchery. Prince and pauper alike had paused under its unbiased and generous canopy to wipe their brows of sweat and gather their breaths.
Venky and Ash leisurely ambled down the path that sloped down towards the river bank. The radiant sun shimmered on the still surface of the stately mass of water. If the tree was the protector, the river was the nourisher.
“I just want you to understand that I will wait for you come hell or high water”, Venky reiterated his form conviction to Ash.
“Both time and tide teach you to wait for none”, Ash whispered softly without taking her beautiful and shapely eyes off a small patch of algae that called the base of the tree, home.
“Dante and Romeo believed in neither adages nor the ravages of time.”
“Dante never got his Beatrice and Romeo did a Socrates or was it the other way round?”
“But they waited. The worth of a wait knows weighs more than all the gold in every mine.”
The river slightly rippled thereby according assent.
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