'It was dusk, sky painted with golden sun rays, patterned clouds, his favorite time of the day but not today. He watched reflection of setting sun on never-resting river sitting on the sand dune at the river bank. Tears kept rolling down his cheeks but he was un-aware himself.
His best friend came running towards him, also crying hugs him tight and said, " ....It's true my friend... I've been there,So sorry...my friend.. I've seen the ship.. going down..."
He couldn't reply, his heart beat faster than ever, breath shortens but become shallow and faster.
His friend asks him again "What's use of these roses, now?" His best friend watches him going close to the river in tears, standing on the big rock, slowly taking out every one of the roses from bouquet, throwing in the river.
Finally he turns towards his friend and said "These might reach to her some day at sea."
His best friend came running towards him, also crying hugs him tight and said, " ....It's true my friend... I've been there,So sorry...my friend.. I've seen the ship.. going down..."
He couldn't reply, his heart beat faster than ever, breath shortens but become shallow and faster.
His friend asks him again "What's use of these roses, now?" His best friend watches him going close to the river in tears, standing on the big rock, slowly taking out every one of the roses from bouquet, throwing in the river.
Finally he turns towards his friend and said "These might reach to her some day at sea."
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