And, across the horizon into the wild forest sat two, perched on the stone like birds on a branch, beings, mortal or not, unknown and uncertain.
The taller and the stupid of the two talked and the shorter with graying hair and the one who seemed wise listened, listened in rapt attention, and whenever he opened his mouth it was to ask a question or to reply to a question asked by the simpleton.
No one till date know how long they have been there for and if you dared asked them this question, I doubt they would be able to answer that. With the tear in their eyes and the grass under their feet and the sky shaded by the tree leaves above their head you would be able to make out, they had lost track of time.
Before passing by them, I heard the wise man ask, “who are you?”, to the other. The smile and lightness of his heart, the simpleton’s, made me stop and listen to them.
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