The Crimson Laugh of Gulmohar
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They look at each other.
He has strong physique. The bole is stout and smooth.
She looks at the signs of his many past crushes still ‘dangling’ onto him. They are now nothing more than just a dark brown memory.
She is hesitating. He immediately stretches his shoulders and arms to clasp her in a welcome embrace.
She glances at the blossoms in his hands. “From where does such beauty emanate in him?” she wonders.
“Do you not know that beauty is not just skin deep?”, He asks.
She understands immediately. The ruggedness of the world has turned her upside down for a while.
His crimson laughter swims in the air. It restore her sanity, her common sense, her wisdom. He makes the crimson fluid in her veins race to revive her.
She wishes to hear his crimson laughter louder and louder.
He fulfills her wish when they meet again. She sits leaning on his strong bole. He feels her tender heart. He creates a riot of the reds in the air and on the ground.
She pretends anger in her voice, “why do you declare your love so passionately?”
He retorts, “Why do you not?”.
She does! He just have to look in her memories…digital though.
