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The Gulf Fountain was a manoeuvred fountain system located in downtown Sahababad. Smartly planted in a natural jheel of the old Oasis, the Gulf Fountain was illuminated with thousands of lights and half a hundred coloured projectors that shot water in varied shape, following the melodious rhythms of Arabian keynotes.
Parking the bicycle in an isolated corner, I raked my eyes over the whole place in search of a familiar one which, for my utmost perturbance, didn’t come insight.
“Will she show up?” A doubt arose deep in my heart. The next second, I found myself cursing for being a chowderhead.
I had borrowed a bicycle from Ms Ruby once we had reached her cottage. I had told her that I’d be back in two or three hours and would return her generosity with a delightfu
