144. Tranquil Waters-III

As they sat there for what seemed like eternity staring at the majestic banyan tree, watching its leaves barely stirring in the whispering breeze, he slowly clasped his right hand around her almost cold left hand and lifted her from her kneeling position. They slowly walked, hand in hand. It was getting dark but there was a power which moved within them to see their way through the trees, as if their souls knew exactly which way to go. A spell of glow-worms lit whichever way they went. They spotted half-blooming Angelicas here and there, bobbing in the breeze and found it a little strange. However, when the same soft breeze touched their skins, all their fears were allayed and they continued walking, slowly. The forest, otherwise heavy with mystery gave them a feel of home. The leaves on the forest floor crackled with a warmth they recognised. This is where they always wanted to be, they thought and by some decree or destiny, here they were. An owl called out! 

Soon enough, they reached the end of the line of trees and they found themselves gently being touched by the warm rays of the sunlight. They were not far from where they wanted to go. Birds chirped cheerily all around them and wild flowers bloomed and danced to an astral tune. The morning breeze was cooler than when they were in the forest. From where they stood on top of the hillock, they could see miles and miles of open spaces; splendid acres of green fields, with the blue sky, bounteously decorated with white clouds in the distance, its reflection in the almost still water, making this whole landscape look like an ethereal, almost surreal image for both of them. They stood there in silence holding onto the magical moment and wishing it to freeze  forever....