He left all,
He roamed alone.
She heard it,
She searched him.
They both met,
They got married.
It was evening, the setting sun was touching the horizon, partially covered by the clouds that remained after the strong rains that had ceased just an hour ago.
He was standing on the third step, the granite steps leading down to the river, that was built centuries ago, but still standing against the strong current of the river. The river, it was almost dried up the day before, except for the few deep places here and there, that had some water, but it was all still, there was no movement, except for the occasional ripple when a leaf from a near by tree fell into the water, or the tiny waves that formed when a strong wind blew over the water surface.
Now, the water was flowing turbulently, and had filled up to the second step. He kept looking at flowing water. The cold wind passed touching his skin. He didn’t care about it, except for occasionally adjusting his robe. He is a monk, in his own way. The wind and the river is not new to him. He had been living in this forest for the past fifteen years. He left the village when he was fifteen. From that day the forest had been his home. No one came this far into the forest, and he met no human being for the past fifteen years, but all that changed the previous night. That was when he met her.
She was five years younger to him. She had never seen him until that day. She was the daughter of the village head. He was the son of a farmer. She heard his story from one of her friends, a few days after he left. No one dared to venture deep into the forest beyond a limit. There were many legends about strange creatures living deep in that forest. All the villagers, including his parents and relatives and close friends concluded that he was dead. But she firmly believed that he was still alive. She wanted to get into the forest and meet him. She didn’t know why these thoughts came to her, but she was unable to resist it. The urge to meet him grew with each passing year. And she reached the limit of her self control when she turned twenty five. On her birthday night, she left home and walked into the forest, all alone.
They met and got married. It happened too fast. Both of them had no intention of getting married, until they saw each other, that night, under the full moon light. And by morning they were married. And the sky opened ending a long drought as he took her to his lonely abode.
To be continued