Jumping over the boulders, she called his name. Pointing at the seven colors of rainbow she said, "I have read a poem on it today" He looked up at the sky and started counting the colors.
"Hey what are you doing?" asked the girl with Chinese eyes."I am counting the colors"
"They are seven" she purred and started rhyming her poem.
The ripples of the water caressed their bare legs and the after rain sun kissed their faces. They walked into the river after rain. In the dirt-earth smell and open sky, they chummed the mud beneath the river.
He clutched her hand and asked to follow his point. "What is this? Another rainbow?" he looked into
"Does it have seven colors?" She asked and he shook his head, nodding.
She looked up at the alluring rainbow above her head and then at the one in the river. "This is a miracle" he whispered with his mouth wide open.
Chasing the reflection of the rainbow, she held his T-shirt tightly from the back. "I am scared" said the girl with blonde hair and prostrate head.
"Hey do you see that sparkling thing?"she looked at him and he leaned to see it. He tried to take a step towards the stone but she grabbed his hand and didn't allow him to go. "My mom says it is dangerous to cross this line"
They ran back to their home as the sun changed its color to orange. It had been three hours and she was still thinking about the miracle and sparkling thing. She grabbed her teddy in her arms and closed her lashes.
The whisper through the window, and she looked outside it.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" she looked into his eyes and he asked to close her eyes.
Keeping the stone on her three inch long palm, he said "your sparkling thing". Her hazel blue eyes flirted with the roundness of the stone and she hugged him.
Seventeen years have passed by and she had been shifted to New York city eleven years back.
In the realm of parallel universe, fog kissed her exquisite face and balmy breeze tickled her ears. She opened her fist and kissed the stone.
The stone of mushy childhood memories.
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