It is the Five Sentence Fiction time today. Though I got the prompt some time back, I am posting this one today. One post a day every weekday.
Go ahead and enjoy it.
Read my earlier Five Sentence Fictions here.
In the Ruins
The moment Yash stepped out of the
tourist coach and stood in front of the massive temple complex he felt a soft
rush of breeze around him, a breeze that felt familiar, a scent he felt he knew
dearly.
It was his first trip to this country
with his buddies but Yash felt he was here before, he felt the vast temple pulling
him towards itself and unknowingly he kept walking towards the entrance with
his friends left behind.
He touched the moss filled cold walls
as he walked inside, his fingers brushing against the intricate figurines
sculpted in the walls, he felt he had some deep connection with this place but
still couldn't figure out why he felt that way.
When he entered the central courtyard
he saw her at the corner, he saw her standing with her friends, Yash rushed towards
the narrow gallery where she stood in her elegant pose, she stood there in the ruins, and she still looked beautiful
and calm, she was carved so magnificently in the wall.
Yash had no doubt left in his
mind, she was his Yamini, his love, and this was the very courtyard where they used
to offer their dance to Lord Vishnu, many many centuries back, when both of
them were temple dancers at the Temple of Angkor Wat.
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| Image Source: National Geography. Not necessarily this is shot at Angkor Wat. |
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