(Image Credit: Crispina Kemp)
Simple paths can trigger complex memories. Memories that are a kaleidoscope of myriad shapes – straight, winding, crooked, curved, steep and wide. As the sun blazed overhead, Venky set out on his customary walk along the narrow pathway wedged between a grassy mound. “Isn’t this such a beautiful sight?” Ash had enthusiastically quizzed him with arms spread wide apart taking within their embrace the whole green vista. A smile lit up his features as he recollected her words.
An inveterate daughter of Nature, Ash had this tenacious ability to discover unexplored geographies. The first time she came across this isolated stretch, she was besides herself with joy. “I am James Crawford of the Angel Falls” she had proclaimed emphatically. Venky had no clue about the Falls but he knew he was in the company of a precious angel.
The angel had now left him to traverse her find all by himself.
(Word Count: 150)
Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #35 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.