"I just can't take it! I was so disappointed! It was just last year!", she said.
"Leave it! Its just a simple thing", he consoled her.
"Yeah? I was so looking forward to it", she continued.
"We can do nothing about it, can we? They just stopped it", he said with sincere politeness, she realised that he was at his tether, trying to control something, which was puzzling and irritating her by the time.
"I even remember the guys face , who gave me the biscuits last time!", she said like a child, talking through its nose, which made him burst into fits of laughter, he was giving a mammoth try to control for the last few minutes. She looked at him angrily and turnd her face to the window.
Just as the bus entered the border of Netherlands, there started the riot of emotions inside them, looking at the crystal clear blue sky, cotton- like clouds, forming a fantabulous backdrop to the scene of the cattle and sheep grazing in the green fields, fed by numerous canals, every frame of picture, if captured would have a thousand stories for them.
"Where do these canals come from?", she asked. "I have this as a sincere doubt!"
"But why?", he asked her back.
"I can't see where it starts, it suddenly appears from somewhere and just abruptly ends, always looks so beautiful, the water is heavenly pure, if it stagnates, then it will never be this clean!", came the rush of words, as a result of not willing to miss even a single pixel, but having the curiosity to know the answer .
"Mystery adds to the beauty of it", he replies.
"Before coming to this country, I have always heard about the beautiful canals in Amsterdam and have always had the assumption that it is the only place in this country which had canals. I didn't, even for a moment, think that the whole country has numerous number of small miniscule canals which are un-wordably beautiful".
He was smiling back at her, listening to her intently.
"Instead of naming Amsterdam as 'City of canals', we can name Holland as the 'Country of canals'!", she said excitedly.
"You know what? Just bring your voice down! Others who must have heard you by now, will think that you are too dramatic!", he warned.
She flushed, "Oh! I am so sorry about that! I didn't realise my decibel levels were high! But am I dramatic? Is it not a reality?"
"It is the reality! As far as we have travelled, we have not seen any country with so many canals running through them, especially throughout the whole country! But, understand this fact! These people do not react and show their excitement as we do! They express their excitement with a mere "Wow!" or "This is amazing" or just silently", he explained.
She was listening to him with utmost concentration, but with her eyes and nose plastered to the panoramic windows of the coach and almost wanted to say "Waste pasanga!" but decided not to, at the last moment. As he didn't get any vocal feedback from her, he started to gaze back through the windows which offered him feature rich views, when compared to the documentaries in HDTV, these will reduce them to a rubble!
To be continued....
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