She was teaching him to bounce stones on water.
“So you throw the stone like you want to slit water, okay?” She threw a stone and it bounced thrice before sinking.
“See?” She looked around. He was not next to her.
He was sitting a little farther leaning on a rock, reading.
She went and sat next to him. “I was teaching you how to bounce stones, remember?” She frowned.
“Yes, but then after you did it yourself 6 times, I kinda lost interest.”
She frowned again.
She slept on the banks of the river and stared at the sun. And smiled.
“The sun just washes me with happiness and the sounds of water make me happy too.”
“Lots of chocolate makes you happy, too. Doesn’t mean you eat all you want!” He mocked her.
Ignoring him, she went on, “Then why do we live away from this? Why build stupid buildings?” She asked, more to the sky than him.
“I don’t think buildings are stupid. Have you ever visited the old police station? I went there with my father. It has these old pictures of criminals and bravery awards on a mantle. Really interesting.”
“Hm. So buildings are nice when they are old, eh?”
“No, idiot. Buildings are nice if they have memories in them. The older they are, the more memories. The more the walls have seen, the more stories they tell.” He said, sounding like a wise poet.
She looked at him as if she was examining his wisdom.
“So old buildings with lots of sun and a river nearby and some trees too. Sounds perfect, no?”
“No. You just described a ghost town. You need people always.”
“I don’t particularly like people.” She said sitting up.
“Me neither.” He smiled.
“So you throw the stone like you want to slit water, okay?” She threw a stone and it bounced thrice before sinking.
“See?” She looked around. He was not next to her.
He was sitting a little farther leaning on a rock, reading.
She went and sat next to him. “I was teaching you how to bounce stones, remember?” She frowned.
“Yes, but then after you did it yourself 6 times, I kinda lost interest.”
She frowned again.
She slept on the banks of the river and stared at the sun. And smiled.
“The sun just washes me with happiness and the sounds of water make me happy too.”
“Lots of chocolate makes you happy, too. Doesn’t mean you eat all you want!” He mocked her.
Ignoring him, she went on, “Then why do we live away from this? Why build stupid buildings?” She asked, more to the sky than him.
“I don’t think buildings are stupid. Have you ever visited the old police station? I went there with my father. It has these old pictures of criminals and bravery awards on a mantle. Really interesting.”
“Hm. So buildings are nice when they are old, eh?”
“No, idiot. Buildings are nice if they have memories in them. The older they are, the more memories. The more the walls have seen, the more stories they tell.” He said, sounding like a wise poet.
She looked at him as if she was examining his wisdom.
“So old buildings with lots of sun and a river nearby and some trees too. Sounds perfect, no?”
“No. You just described a ghost town. You need people always.”
“I don’t particularly like people.” She said sitting up.
“Me neither.” He smiled.
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