There she stood, at the crossroads. There were tears in her eyes. Of loss!! Of joy!! Yet her heart was at peace. The pendant in her hand shined. She yearned to try it for once. Would he friend really be there? Then she smiled. She slipped the pendant into her bag. He would be there if need be, she knew!!
Now visible at the crossroad was a tap. She was thirsty, and so she drank from it. As she drank, she felt better. The sorrow was gone. She felt relieved, happy!! All this time, she had her back to her path. Now she turned and looked at it. As she turned she was anxious. She had thought it out for a long while, and she knew this would be the right path. But now it was time to tread that path. She was anxious.
But as she turned and saw the path her anxiety started to shed. It was unlike anything she had seen before. It was beautiful. The road was lit with beautiful mild sunshine. Along the side were plants and trees flowering to the fullest: Lilies, Daisies and Roses galore. Their fragrance filled the air. It had just rained and the soil was soft and moist. A beautiful rainbow shone in the foreground and road went on and on and on. The air was filled with songs and chirps of birds.
As she walked her uncertainty vanished. She knew this was the path for her. As she moved further forward she saw a bench at the road-side. On the bench was he. She smiled and approached. There was no need for words. They looked at each other and smiled. And then they became one.
They walked together on their road of happiness. Hand in hand their hearts filled with joy. And their joy spilled into the surroundings and made it even more beautiful. Destiny had worked perfectly as it always did. It had united two souls as it always did. The strength of their bond grew. They knew along the road there would be testing times. But in each other they had the perfect confidant.
As the two passed along the road, there came a place where the road narrowed a bit. A slightly bent tree stood on the road-side. The two involved in each other paid no heed to the slightly rising wind. As the passed the tree its branch brushed against the bag. It made a slight hole into it. As the walked ahead the pendant slipped out. Destiny had played its final role.
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