The Copse dé Bilbury

"Sometimes you just have to listen to what ur heart sings. The melody echoing deep in ur bowels of consciousness, striking resemblance to the person that you must be. Love is an antidote to the world's grim existence and the grimoire resting at the highest hands tends to feed it to the ones lovely enough to feel it in their hearts. As such, the story that started with the bittersweet introduction of him and her ended with him being with her but not in the same time. As her spirituality manifested in him, she lived on throughout Aman's memory and the Khushi that embodied her physical self rested easy down in the heart of earth, still beating, looking out there above." A drop of tear tickled down her eyes although she tried hard not to. But her childish demeanor restricted her from such privileges so as to keep her wandering in the lanes of the fate. Knock knock "Ye....yes. It's open" she choked on her voice as the reading took a toll on her from the emotional front. "Pragyan, is that you?" she asked, trying not to give away her condition through sheer effort. "Khushi! What happened to you again? Please tell me you are not reading any more of thise sort of morbid trappy novels and watering over every tragedy that you read." Pragyan ranted as she entered her room. She always was the practical one of the duo and Khushi was the emotional one. "Don't climb on me right now. I am seriously not in a mood to hear those rants again. Also forget about me, have you done your work?" "Yes madam, I did what you asked me to and I was going to inform you of that but someone here isn't interested to listen to me right now. So I may as well just drop some other time." Feigning anger, Pragyan started to stomp out of the room when she heard a sob again. Stopping in her tracks, she turned around just to see Khushi stareing at her as if she wanted to throw her out of the room herself yet there was a hidden strand of fear behind those reddened eyes, a fear of losing the only friend that she ever had among those innumerable souls residing in that vast array of bricks and stones. As if that expression did it's magic Pragyan couldn't keep up her fasçade for too long. "Ahhhh! I hate that looks of yours. Tell me what to do now, go on a shopping spree?" she asked, dropping all her mock and sarcasm at that moment.