How do the beings thrive?
And paths that they would choose to go?
What do they grasp from the life,
Answers only the greater beings would know.
The sun was blazing on her eyes, while she scrutinized into the crowded barks of the trees. The leaves rustled in the wind, and the insects of the forest were making a presence. Jasmine stood at the space that isolated the grasslands from the forest, and smell of wet land hit her nostrils.
There was no sign of him.
She stretched her arms to relax her thoughts and placed the sword on the ground. She then turned to look at the backside of the palace, from where she had exited. The walls of the palace were mudded, heaved on rich history of her family. Her thoughts wandered to how she had met him.
He was never hers in the first place, but Aladdin's. Escaped from violence of the circus, and brought home by Aladdin.
'Brought to her by Aladdin'
She had tried to feed him when he was just the size of her arms, and he had scratched her. When he saw her whim in pain, he immediately felt guilty. His large eyes narrowed into an expression that only Jasmine understood. He had watched her all night when she slept through the bandage on her forehand. The next morning, she tried to feed him again, and this time he took the food very eagerly. Unlike Aladdin, Jasmine never spoke to him. Whatever had to be said were exchanged in emotions. Both knew, what the other wanted.
It was for the same reason, Jasmine wanted to set him free a year ago. Aladdin was very emotional about this and refused. It took her days of reasoning for his freedom. Though he lived in the forest now, he kept a watch on both. She didn’t know if Aladdin ever met him, but every Friday morning, after her prayers, she would meet him at the back gate of her palace. The place was nearly hidden in heavy forestry, and held stories of horror. But, to Jasmine, it was the place of their meeting , seclusion for their feelings.
'He is never late'
Jasmine rested on the ground with her feet crossed, and chin over the knees. She wished everyone was like him, spoke nothing , still respected each other.
She lurched forward, and heard heavy footsteps draw towards her. She smiled at him, as he walked the walk of the kings. Much taller than her, with valour of a kind, he slumped towards her. She rose on her feet at his presence. They exchanged the greetings with their eyes, and he stretched out a single flower of daffodil.
'Therefore, he was late'
She didn’t take the flower, instead hugged him. She was like a small flea on top of a rug.
"Abu, thank you!", she said.
The gorilla
hugged her back.
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