“Ummm, it’s just that---I am---Happy!” the angel screamed with joy, the gay laughter, over joyous and twinkles in eyes.
“Why are you happy?” asked the devil irritably, but rather curiously.
“Because I have the right to be happy” said the angel drunkenly, his mind straying in the meadows of love.
The devil remained quiet.
“It is the time” he said to himself, while he was looking at the angel lost in his joys, his eyes distant but filled with dreams of love.
“Yes it is the time”, the devil said again, rather enthusiastically, and went on.
“It is the time for spring to go and autumn to come, for day to go and night to come, for breeze to go and storm to come, for flowers to go and thorns to come, for joys to go and pain to come, for this damn happiness to go and regrets to come! Yes it is the time!” the devil smiled, although it was difficult to do so, but he did it anyway.
After all it was his time.
Now the devil was looking at the angel.
Then, quietly, with conscious movements, he went to him.
The angel was sitting in a corner, legs curled up and head hidden in his lap.
Then, the devil put his hand over angel’s shoulder.
The angel looked up.
His face, that was just a moment before, blooming like a flower, was now drooped, his cheeks were wet with tears, his eyes were blood shot, lost and very distant, his golden hair were gone from his scalp, and there were scars and thorns embedded in his scalp. His white dress was smudged with brown and red, it was surely mud and his blood.
The devil took a long breath as if to confirm his joy and relief, and cunningly asked,
“O dear! What happened to you? What have you done?”
The angel was now stealing his gaze, as if embarrassed.
“No it’s just---- that---- I—am not in a good mood.” He finally said, trying as much as he could to pass a smile.
“O dear! Is it also your right?” the devil asked with aroused curiosity.
The angel now understood everything, and looked at the devil desperately, his eyes watered.
The devil passed a cunning smile.
“No, it is just that--- I am --- not having a good time.” He remarked, hesitantly.
“Or maybe you have a bad habit and you have a right to---“
“I said nay, I am not having a good time!” the angel interrupted the devil, his body language now desperate.
Now it was the devil laughing and screaming, with gay laughter, over joyous and twinkle in eyes.
“Haha! You do have bad habit, my dear Angelo! You do have a bad habit to be--- BLIND”, the devil shouted, laughing endlessly.
While the devil was twisting on the floor with fits of laughter, he saw angel got up and fly away. To cry at some other place. In a corner, with legs curled up and head hidden in his lap.
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