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AkshayGoodOne
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There was once a bench, standing on its four legs, tickled by the grass beneath. It bore the burden of two people, who bore burdens of their own.
The younger Phil was asked by the old one- "I see your tears allaying the thirst of the grass. Your grief is doing a kind deed." The two farmerly eyes gazed at the senile ones, protruding out like benign wells amidst a drought of exfoliating, wrinkled skin.
"I lost my wife to cancer.", The younger one said.
At this, the old man struggled to stand up. The soil contorted agonizingly at the poke of the stick.
He whispered to those teary eyes-
"Send her a telegram in your dreams or your prayers. Tell her she'll meet a friend there, by the name Sarah. Atleast the cause of their deaths is a common factor. Tell her she won't be bored - My wife was a really amusing host."
The old man walked away, seen in silence by the young one. This certainly stopped his farmerly deed.
The younger Phil was asked by the old one- "I see your tears allaying the thirst of the grass. Your grief is doing a kind deed." The two farmerly eyes gazed at the senile ones, protruding out like benign wells amidst a drought of exfoliating, wrinkled skin.
"I lost my wife to cancer.", The younger one said.
At this, the old man struggled to stand up. The soil contorted agonizingly at the poke of the stick.
He whispered to those teary eyes-
"Send her a telegram in your dreams or your prayers. Tell her she'll meet a friend there, by the name Sarah. Atleast the cause of their deaths is a common factor. Tell her she won't be bored - My wife was a really amusing host."
The old man walked away, seen in silence by the young one. This certainly stopped his farmerly deed.