Tuesday, 20 September 2011

#178 …when you engrave your initials on a tree.



We were on Sentosa islands, the famous tourism spot in Singapore. It was our last day in the city and we have had a great time covering its every corner and street. As we walked through ‘imbiah lookout’, the nature walk 1.5km wide, it was all bushes and waterfalls, rocks and trees, insects and birds. At intervals we would pass by other walkers, as amazed at the beauty of nature as us. It had been kept totally natural, only a few seats here and there for taking rest and road signs directing us on various crossroads. We had covered more than half the distance when suddenly Girish stopped.
“What?” I asked.
He had been staring at a tree trunk.
“Lets engrave our names as well.” He said not looking at me.
I noticed many names were engraved on it already.
“They have immortalized their relationship. I wanna do it too,” he added as he bent to pick up a sharp stone and began scratching on the trunk.
I was spellbound at his thought. The love expressed herein was more than any word he was ever to speak portraying the same.”
  

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