AneStory

All the while, what Hera was doing was contemplating. After having the fresh and deep insight of the group, an outside world view, feared it to disintegrate into individuals or couples. He was thinking of how to break the news to the group by confrontation or by a different way. That different way, was what being searched for in those doodles, faces and equations.

He had started losing faith in his abilities of logic, while going through all the permutations and combinations of reactions and actions that will follow if he did what he thought to be necessary, that is telling and not telling, fear of being out caste before the group breaks up. Hera never thought he had this ability, till one day, he got the solution.

"Solution can come in any abstract form." this is what Hera learned. On one sunny afternoon, sitting under the Indian sun, which is very warm. Thinking of the same problem, Hera got dizzy, and before he realised it, he had jotted down some points. Monc came to the rescue, got him some water, helped him up and sat him down in shadow with help of Duds. And then others came carrying his stuff, Taklya had the notebook that had those lines scribbled on them. He read it loud,

"Friends are like petals

of a 3 petal flower,

none closer

than

the other,

when

intentions run

the emotions

of love,

among one

of the 3

if not all

one atleast,

shall wilt

to make way."

Taklya read it, and understood it.

Taklya: "How true!"

Duds: "How can it be true? Friends always remain friends."

Monc: "Let's hope nothing like this happens, in our group."

Hera: "I hope so, too."

Vin: "Absurd"

But Hera was happy, because of three reasons, and they are

1. Hera had said what he wanted too.

2. Hera had found an unlikely supporter in Taklya.

3. Hera had learned, he had ability to be poetic!

And this point was what giving feeling of 100 jubilations at the moment! That night Hera decided to go on a long drive.