Last year, on this very same day, I spent some marvellously roaring time with this post. So this time around, as a matter of principle, I should try to go one better. I know, this would be no easy feat. Rest assured that I'm fully prepared to bear whatever the consequences. So with that, I present a short, simple love story...Searching For The World Where Love Lives Forever
They strolled through the lush green field, hand firmly in hand. The grasses still moist with the morning dew at their tiny feet. Two innocent children squinted their eyes at the glaring morning sun, leaving the adults behind, into a world where Love lives forever, and not just pretentiously - not just some ingenious marketing tool business crooks concoct to squeeze every last ounce of blood from the oh-so-loving boyfriend. But that is for another day.
As I was saying, they went in search of the world where most would think only exist in a fairy-tale or a Greece myth - whichever sounds more credible. The only map they had, laid in their heartbeats in union, and there was the sun. They had to walk towards the sun. If closer they were to that world, their hearts, which saved no secret from each other, would beat faster.
They had found a long-forgotten, ancient book of secret enchantments lying in the dark corner of an old abandoned barn, while playing alongside a river. That was how they found out about the world where Love lives forever. And this fateful morning, they had set out, determined to find the world where you-know-who lives forever.
So Pit said to Peter: “You know what, we have been fucking walking for two whole hours, without water, and just an apple for breakfast. How much fucking more do we have to walk before both of us fucking starve to death, you fucking moron!” As if shaken out of a spell, Peter, who was the studious one with the ancient book opened in hand, yelped in shocking realisation, and added: “God forbids! I’ll be damned! We’ve wasted precious time!” Pointing a porky finger back the way they had come, he yelled into the chilly morning air: “Brokeback Mountain is that way!”
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This piece does have its significance, being the first short fiction written where I concocted as I went along, not knowing the end before it did end. Right upon completion, deju vu hit me, as a scene from "The Wedding Singer" floated into my mind. In the scene, the Adam Sandler's character was strumming and singing a self-composed sweet love song -which he only completed after his heartbreak - before Drew Barrymore, when suddenly, the guitar drift channelled into angst-filled, lung-bursting hard-rock and all hell broke loose. By the way, I love both movies. Especially the former, which I think is the most beautiful love story the whole of last year. So have you found yours? Happy Valentine's Day / Friendship's Day to all! Roses, anyone?
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