In a very little but lively town, where everyone lived happily, and in harmony with each other, there lived an old man, who seemed to be in his late seventies, and was well known for his intriguing, and heartwarming tales. His name was Aslan, and the wrinkles on his face stood as a proof of his age. Aslan was a sage of story, and every night, kids rallied around him to hear him play magically, with words— joining them as always to make an intriguing story.
One particular evening, just as the sun set, giving the town brilliant shades of crimson and gold, the town children assembled at Mr Aslan's compound as usual, directly under a very large oak tree, with Aslan already seated there, waiting patiently for the right moment to begin to weave words into stories which was his special talent.
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The wind murmured in high pitch, that very evening, as if singing a particular unique song. Still seated, Aslan felt the gentle wind blowing, and an enigmatic smile became very visible almost immediately, on his weather-beaten face. "Hmmm...there was something in the wind." he began, capturing the children's focus effortlessly.
Setting the nice mental environment for the children, he started the story of how he met his forever loved wife, Zeynep. "Long time ago," Aslan began, "I was just a young man in his late twenties, exploring the globe. And on a journey to seek my purpose, I came across a little town which was quite similar in setting and population, to ours."
The kids repositioned themselves so as to hear everything Aslan had to say, their eyes large with expectancy, and all set to start the fictional trip through love and time.
" After wandering for miles into that particular town, I found myself just beside the village square, where a particular celebration was taking place. The scene was totally filled with laughter and happiness on the faces of the people present, and the air was also filled with the aroma of wonderful dishes. That evening, there was something peculiar about the wind-- it carried a unique scent that spoke about change and fate."
Aslan shifted a bit on his seat, taking time to beautifully explain how the gusts of wind seemed to have led him towards the direction of a very unique and mysterious being. "As if directed by invisible hands, I surrendered to the leading of the wind, which eventually led me to a beautiful damselfly, with eyes that shone like the stars...Her skin just like the..."
"What was her name sir!" One of the children voiced, eagerly.
" Yes, sorry about that, her name was Zeynep. " Aslan responded immediately.
Zeynep, a mixture of grace and kindness, was performing with a dance group, but her dance and smile, most importantly, was what caught Aslan's attention. "The wind swirled mildly around us, and the time seemed to have gotten slower than usual at that very moment. And with each action of her dancing, my heart located its rhythm. We traded looks and just within minutes the wind murmured a pledge of love."
Aslan properly repainted a dazzling photo of their blossoming love, which withstood the test of time and distance, right in the mind of the children listening. He spoke of how their hearts drummed in unison, regardless of the miles that divided them.
"A year, two years, in fact many years passed and our love continued to wax stronger. Irrespective of the tests life gave us, we stayed bound together by love." Aslan continued, his eyes heavy with tears, and his voice perfectly mirroring his sad feelings.
But with a mild smile, he talked briefly about the day they traded vows. "Underneath a mango tree in her dad's compound, we sang lots of love songs, and we promised to always be with each other, forever."
The story, which was still yet to be finished, really moved the children, making them wonder what Aslan's wife looked like, and how much he loved her.
" Well sadly, as you all would have noticed, I'm no longer with my damselfly, because, sickness came to snatch her away from me about 10 years ago. However, whenever the wind blows mildly, as if singing a song, it instantly reminds of the very night it brought me to my damselfly ( Zeynep )... and this is where my story ends for today children ." Aslan said, giving a warm and fulfilling smile.
The youngsters who were expected to leave the scene immediately, still remain seated, lost in their imaginations, trying to digest the heart warming story Aslan told them.
To Aslan, he gave a story of his encounter with his wife, but to the children, he had not just shared a romance story, but he had actually woven it nicely into a very die hard material in their hearts, permanently leaving a validation of the existence of true love in them.
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