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“Why is the river dry?” asked my best friend when i was showing him my native-town. It had been a long time since he had visited here and i could see that he was shocked.
“Well u know..because..” i tried to hide off my now apparent sadness.
“Because what?” he asked. Determination was adamant in his voice. I knew i couldn’t escape.
“Because of the company!”
I hesitated a little , i didn’t know how to put it.
“Yours” i said , guilt with a mixture of anger obvious in my voice.
Copyright -Ted Strutz
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“How do you like the view?” asked the man in front of me.
“Well , i appreciate the beauty” said i looking outside the window at the magnificent hills.
He smiled and stared at the river. He never once stopped looking at the river. Curiosity always got the better of me.
“Why are you looking at the river and no where else?”
” I owe everything to the river , i won a poetry prize because of that” said the man with nostalgia in his voice.
” Oh that’s great , which prize was that?”
” My poem Ode to the river won….
“Oh my god!! you are not Anthony , are you?”
“Well, as a matter of fact i am”
“You remember me? Parvathi!! back from your high school days.”
He now owes a friend to the river too. 😛