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The dome of Tumbli..

Saakar looked at the dull brown dusty ceiling of the Dome.. wild flower vines had grown in the dirt of limestone blocks .. shone green in earlier afternoon sun.. followed by monsoon.. unlike during Autumn or some other time round the year when the wildgrass dried and hung through dry stems .. that sticks to the stones surface.. the dome was painted red and green some where .. and yellow and blue.. multicolor.. faded patches that were so excruciatingly beautiful and remarkable that can take up to the visual torture and hallucinations of anyone's dreams..

Sikri: I can see now .. why you like to come here.. it's really a wonderful place.. to fill and follow memory in our solitude .. to mark and marvel at the precious moments of our life.. at any time later in our life to make a unforgettable experience in to a ...

Saakar: you are a poet..

She Smiled..

They lay side by side for a long while.. on the cold floor of ruines of Tumbli.. their favourite place of solitude and rest.. after college hours.. mostly they had last couple of lectures free for various extra time arrangements made for time table set to accommodate.. according faculties availability..

Saakar had found this place a little farther away from college passing the old bridge .. once on leisure walk.. the dome was visible partially from second floor classrooms.. and she had wondered about it.. eversince..

Today they have come here to celebrate their final year exams completion.. everyone else had gone to party or watch movie and dinner..

Sikri: where are you going..?

Saakar: Tumbli..

Sikri: it will be dark soon.. others are going to party..

Saakar: congratulations.. enjoy..

She hugged her..

Sikri: i will come along..

Saakar: as you wish.. but don't complain later.. i intended to spend hours there today.. till midnight or past..

Sikiri: yes..

Their college old care taker who lived nearby the Ruines of Tumbli .. did light a campfire for them.. a few other students and seniors from Masters joined them later by dinner.. and they partied together to make most memorable event of their academic years..

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