Introduction
"I always believe that one day our lives will change. A chance encounter can change the course of our lives. The moments we share with others become lifelong memories for them, threads that weave the fabric of their life story. There is someone who has changed the course of my lives, and the journey we shared is etched in our memories forever. This story is about that journey, about the moments that defined us, about the love that changed our lives. It is a reminder that sometimes, all it takes is one person to understand us and our aspirations to change the course of our lives. Against the backdrop of majestic mountains and serene forests, our story is a melody "It unfolds in such a rhythm and harmony. This is a story that will make you see the depths of love, compassion, and love. So, come with me on this journey, as we unravel the threads of fate that bind us and create the magic that happened when our paths crossed."
Contents
1. Myself
2. Adam
3. Night Ride
4. The Way To Heaven
5. Paradise
6. Meeting
7. Life
8. Nadira
9. The One Day
10. The Teacher
11. The Good Wife
12. _The Legacy of Love
13. The Sunset
14. End of the Day
15. One Day Two Days
Myself
Hello I'am Salim, I come from a middle-class family in a beautiful coastal city. The calm sea on one side and the towering skyscrapers on the other created a unique blend of tranquility and city bustle. Growing up, I never had a large circle of friends, but I have had my fair share of ups and downs in life. Like many young people from middle-class families, I have had my share of failures, sorrows, and hardships. Those experiences have shaped me into the person I am today, however, I have come to realize that travel is the best antidote to a broken heart. There is something about exploring new places, meeting new people, and experiencing new experiences that rejuvenates the mind and soul. A journey is a medicine that teaches us valuable lessons and fills our hearts with joy. Among my travels, hiking in the mountains holds a special place in my heart. Breathing in the crisp mountain air, feeling the sun on my skin, and witnessing the breathtaking views makes me truly feel alive. Mountains have a way of transforming our perspective on life, reminding us of the beauty and wonder that surrounds us. When I look back on my travels, I remember the incredible experiences I had, the people I met, and the lessons I learned. These experiences have shaped me into the person I am today - a person who is still learning, still growing, still exploring.
Adam
When I think back on my journey, my mind wanders to my dear friend Adam - that incredible second-hand Bullet. Although an older model, Adam was a beautiful bike to behold. Its leather seat and faded chrome axles tell the story of countless miles traveled and shared adventures. But to me, Adam was more than just a bike - he was a companion, a partner in exploration, and a gateway to freedom. Adam and I took many trips through the winding roads, through picturesque villages, and through the most beautiful scenery. The roar of their engines and the smooth, easy handling of their bikes made every ride a joy. We often took long, winding country trips that would never cease to amaze me. Adam's confidence and strength instilled in me a sense of self-confidence and freedom. He was not just a machine; he was an extension of me, a symbol of my love for adventure and the open road. When I think about our travels together, I am reminded of the countless stories of adventure, friendship, and love that Adam and I created together. Among those stories, there is one day that stands out - a day that changed my life forever.
Night Ride
As I drove along the serpentine path of Adam as usual, the starry sky above sparkled like diamonds scattered across the vast expanse of the valley. The engine moved smoothly, its rhythmic thud in sync with the beating of my heart. The darkness of the night was illuminated only by the faint light of the moon and the soft beam of the hydrant, and long shadows fell behind us. As the night began to chill my bones, I saw a small tea shop in the distance, its green foliage like an oasis in the desert. I got out of the Beetle and walked towards the tea shop. The old man running the stall smiled and said, "What do you want?" He asked from behind a steaming teapot (a small, round, spouted water vessel made of copper). "A black one," I said. He handed me a steaming cup of black tea. I gratefully accepted, my lips touching the hot cup. The tea was rich and delicious, with a hint of spice that warmed my soul. I felt revived as the tea infused me with new energy and purpose. Noticing my appreciation for tea, the old man asked, "Ma'am, where are you going?" I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. I had no specific destination in mind, just a vague idea of exploring the surrounding countryside. "I'm not really sure," I admitted. "There must be a forest or a mountain somewhere near here." I asked. The old man nodded thoughtfully, his eyes shining with a hint of mystery. "There's a place not far from here," he said, his voice soft and calm. "However, few people visit it. It is considered a dangerous place, but the view from the top is magnificent. My curiosity was piqued. I thanked Vridhnaad and filled my cup with delicious black tea. The thought of drinking tea on the edge of a mountain surrounded by the majesty of nature was very tempting to stay. With a fresh spirit, filled with the scent of adventure, I set off for the mysterious destination.
The Way To HeavenI was getting ready to set off for my mysterious destination, the darkness began to dissipate, and the first signs of dawn began to creep over the horizon. We set off along a path lined with trees. After a short distance, I heard the sound of a rushing boat, and I caught sight of a crystal-clear stream flowing down the mountain. The sight of the gentle flow of the stream was mesmerizing, and I had a strong desire to follow its course. The forest came alive with the melodious sounds of birds, the rustling of leaves, and the distant calls of wild animals. The trees towered above me, their branches swaying gently in the morning breeze. The air was calm and fresh, filled with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. I stopped at the edge of the stream and walked slowly along it. As I walked, the stream widened, and finally I reached its edge. I was struck by its beauty—the water was crystal clear, and I could see small fish swimming beneath the surface. I knelt down, clenched my fists, and took a refreshing sip. The water was cold, and it stimulated my senses. I sat on a nearby rock with my feet in the stream. The water was cold, and it tingles my toes. As I sat there, I felt a deep peace and contentment wash over me. The sound of the stream, the warmth of the sun on my skin, and the coolness of the water all combined to create a perfect harmony. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and savored the beauty of that moment. In that moment, I connected with the natural world around me. I savored the tranquility of that moment, the magnificent natural scenery that lay before me. With a renewed sense of wonder and awe, I continued my journey, eager to unravel the mysteries of the mysterious destination. The path unraveled like a serpentine ribbon, woven between rocks and boulders and slopes. Every step I take is accompanied by silence, a lonely heartbeat on a vast mountain. As I climb, the air becomes fresh, the wind whispers ancient stories to my lips. The scent of wood and earth fills the air, and I breathe deeply and feel the energy of the mountain flowing through my veins. With each step, the mountain reveals its secrets, and I am humbled by its grandeur. The world unfolds before me like a map, and I am a small but important part of its grandeur. I walk along the rocks, cross the slopes, and wander through forests of stunted trees, and when I finally reach the edge of the forest, the wind is picking up, and a certain tension is present in the air.
Paradise
Standing in the forest, I stepped into a hidden paradise. I felt as if I had stumbled upon a secret place that only a few people have ever seen. A masterpiece of natural beauty unfolded before me. The lush green landscape stretched endlessly, with rolling hills and towering mountains disappearing into the horizon. To my left, I saw the majestic forest of the neighboring mountain, its snow-capped peaks gleaming in the sunlight. There were patches of green on the slopes where the hardy plants had managed to thrive in the harsh, rocky terrain. A sparkling waterfall cascaded down the side of the mountain, creating a veil of mist that danced in the wind. As I turned my head, I saw a valley stretching out before me, its floor carpeted with vibrant fabrics of color. The misty morning air rose from the valley, creating a mysterious atmosphere that stretched almost a meter above the ground. I saw the sunlight glinting on the dewy grass, and the soft rustle of leaves as the wind whispered through the trees. Ahead, far away, stretched the mountains. The mountains rose and fell in a majestic rhythm, each day a unique blend of rock, snow, and greenery. I felt like I was walking above the clouds with the cool wind whispering secrets in my ears. The air was calm and clean, filled with the scent of honey and earth. I took a deep breath, feeling the cool air filling my lungs and lifting my spirit. It was as if the mountain was alive and its energy was flowing through my veins. I had a deep connection with this natural wonder, and I knew this would be a moment I would never forget. Even with my jacket on, the cold in the air was dancing on my body. I had forgotten that the view was so captivating. The cold was palpable, and the anticipation and excitement hid any discomfort. I walked forward, intently and deliberately, aiming for the mountain peak. After a few moments, I noticed a figure standing on the edge of a cliff, partially hidden by the fog. I was not expecting it, and for a moment my heart skipped a beat. I cautiously walked closer to the figure.
MeetingAs I approached the figure, I realized it was a boy. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be on the verge of a leap—or something a little more serious. Instinctively, I called out to her in a soft voice, "Hey." She flinched, her eyes widening. She turned to me, and our eyes met. Her face, with its delicate features and radiant complexion, was a vision of beauty. Her fish-shaped blue eyes sparkled with unshed tears. For that moment, I forgot about the amazing sight behind her. Her beauty was more captivating than the mountain landscape. I felt both concerned and sympathetic, wondering what had led her to this state. Without thinking, I took a step closer, my heart filled with the desire to help and connect with this stranger. Without thinking, my heart filled with the desire to help and connect with this stranger. "Are you okay?" I asked. She didn't respond, her piercing blue eyes staring at me. I began to speak again, "Madam, please get down, I don't know why you're here, I know I'll be there for you if I have to. This is not a car, please get down." She hesitated for a moment, then started to climb down, her feet slipping from the wet rock, I quickly grabbed her hand and helped her down safely. Without saying anything, she started walking. I continued, "Madam, I have some hot tea in this flask, it's perfect for this cold weather. Would you mind sharing a cup with me?" I stopped walking and pretended to be silent. Maybe she needed a friend, she didn't know that I was standing there. I didn't give her time to relax. I filled a flask with steaming hot tea. I handed it to her, and she pretended to be confused. After a moment of hesitation, she picked up the cup and opened it. "How's the tea?" I asked, breaking the silence. "It's good," she replied softly. Her voice was soft and soothing, like music to my ears. I smiled, hoping that she had finally spoken. "Oh, you can talk! I thought you couldn't," I said, laughing. She smiled, and as she did so, her eyes sparkled like diamonds, and her lips curved in a soft, mysterious curve. I could see the tension in her body easing, and she relaxed. I noticed that she shivered in the cold as she sipped her tea. "Please, take my jacket. You're welcome," I said. At first she refused, but I insisted, and finally she agreed. As she wrapped the jacket around her, I couldn't help but notice the color that came into her eyes. As the tea sipped at my lips, I felt a great sense of joy and contentment. Majestic mountains stretched out before me, their forested peaks shrouded in the mist that rose from the valleys below. I took a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze dancing on my face. I walked to the edge of the mountain. I raised my arms wide, embracing the sky, the mountains, and the entire universe. I felt the sun warm on my face. I shouted out loud: "I love my life!!" Those words echoed from the mountainside, a declaration of victory and gratitude echoing deep in my soul. I felt alive, free, and weightless, as if standing at the threshold of a new adventure. I turned to her, and she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, her lips curled into a gentle smile. I smiled back, feeling peace and joy.
Life
I lay on the soft, inviting grass nearby, feeling the sun's warmth flow over my skin, and looking up at the sky. The clouds drifted lazily along the horizon, their soft, fluffy hairs stretching out like cotton candy. Suddenly she asked, "Are you really happy?" I smiled. "Yes," I said, pointing to the sky. Live like the sun, patiently waiting for a new dawn. Live life with hope and patience.", The meaning of life is to live it, to enjoy the experience to the fullest, to savor every moment. "BE HAPPY" she said, a hint of a smile on her face, as she looked up at the clouds. The sky was a brilliant blue, with only a few scattered clouds on the horizon. The atmosphere was filled with peace, as if the world had slowed down for us. As we lay there, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the clouds, I felt a deep connection with her and the world around us. The birds sang sweet melodies in the distance, and the wind carried the scent of wildflowers through the air. It was perfect. It was a moment of peace, one that I will always cherish. The warmth of the sun on my skin, I felt my worries and cares melt away. The sound of the wind through the grass was like music to my ears, and the scent of the wildflowers filled my heart with joy. At that moment, I felt that all was right with the world. The beauty of nature, the peace and tranquility of that moment, and the connection I had with her all combined to create a feeling of complete joy. After a few moments of comfortable silence, we began to open up to each other, and she whispered, "Nadira, with a smile," her voice was like a gentle breeze on a summer day. Her eyes sparkled with joy. "She became more beautiful in that voice," she said. As she spoke, our faces met, and I felt like I was drowning in the depths of her blue eyes. I felt the color of the ocean calming and silencing everything around us. Her short, sharp hair made her even more beautiful. Her pointed nose and lips that curved like waves. Her pale form seemed almost to fade in the fading light. She must have thought of her as a friend.
Nadira
As she shared the details of her life, I was captivated by her words. I watched her intently, and the play on her face was etched. I was like a hungry cat whose mother was carefully cutting the fish. Her voice, like a gentle melody, captivated me with every syllable and every emotion. As each moment passed, I felt like I was getting deeper into her world, sharing her inner thoughts and dreams. Nadira spoke about her loving doctor father, her kind mother, her elder sister, and her family. She told me that she was a hard-working student, a devoted daughter, a compassionate soul, and a mind full of love and compassion. Her aspirations were inspiring – she wanted to be a good teacher, a good wife, and a caring mother. One of her deepest desires was to witness the beautiful sunrise over the calm ocean horizon. However, she also confided in me her fear of drowning. Our bond grew stronger as Nadira told her story. Suddenly, her face clouded with sadness, her blue eyes filled with tears, and she spoke about the rare disease called Transient Epileptic Amnesia (TEA)*, her brain surgery, the memory loss it caused her, and how much it hurt her to live without any memories of her life. My heart swelled with sympathy, and I wanted so much to comfort her, but I didn't have the strength to do so. Those tearful blue eyes stared at me for a moment and asked, "What would you do if you knew you were going to die?" - A smile. "I live every day as if it were a day without a day," I said, trying to convey the importance of cherishing every moment. As the sun began to rise over the mountains, casting a warm light across the landscape, I turned to her and whispered, "Yes, I know the memories are coming back to me. If you give me this day, I will create unforgettable moments with you." Her lips curved into a bright smile, and she agreed.
The One dayAs we descended the mountain, the atmosphere transformed into a unique blend of sounds and sensations. The birds sang in tune, their melodies echoing in the soft rustle of the leaves. The air caressed my skin, carrying the fragrance of blooming flowers. Nature seemed to be awash in the presence of Nadira. I turned around, and Nadira's eyes were shining with joy, her face lit up with a soft smile. Her dance flowed between the birds and the magnificent view. For a moment, I thought she was trying to find comfort in the beauty around her. When we reached the foot of the mountain, our special bike, Adam, was waiting for us. "We've got a new friend in our lives!" I pointed at Nadira and tapped her on the handlebars. Her eyes narrowed, a look of confusion on her face. I introduced her to Adam, and she said a shy "hi." I motioned for her to sit down, and after a moment's hesitation, she smiled and sat behind me. The gap between us was only a bag. As I started the engine, Nadira's hands gripped the bike's rear guard, her fingers wrapped around it like a lifeline. "Shall we go?" I asked, and she replied, "Yes!" As we reached the terrace, the wind blowing our hair and kissing our faces, Nadira asked, "Where are we going?" I laughed, and my eyes met hers in the mirror. "Don't worry about anything today. This day is mine, and I will decide where we go." Her smile was music to my ears, swallowing the distance. Nadira's face reflected in the mirror was a picture of happiness, her eyes shining like diamonds. Between her charming smile and the terrace, I was distracted. As we rode, our conversation flowed effortlessly like a gentle stream flowing through the countryside. Nadira's laughter and smile cast a spell around me, making the journey an unforgettable experience. The world, with all its worries, faded into the background, leaving only the rumble of the engine, the wind in our hair, and the coolness of Nadira's presence. The sun cast a golden light over the landscape, illuminating the beauty of the world around us. Nadira's hair danced in the wind, her strands tangled as we rode. I felt her warmth, her presence, her laughter, and my heart swelled with emotion. As the birds flew away, Nadira's eyes sparkled with mischief, and her smile hinted at the mysteries and surprises yet to come. This was only the beginning of our journey together.
Teacher
After a few hours of our beautiful journey, I suddenly stopped the bike. Nadira asked me, what happened? " I smiled mischievously and said, "You're welcome." She turned her head, her eyes widening in surprise. I stopped the bike in front of the old school where she had studied. She was stunned to remember the time she had told me on the mountaintop that she had always dreamed of becoming a teacher in this school. The school was closed because it was Sunday, and Nadira sat down on the bench, wondering if she could reminisce about the old days, if only she could turn back time. Understanding her distress, I said, "Don't worry, we'll find a way." She nodded in agreement, and I whispered, "Let's jump the wall." Nadira's eyes lit up with anticipation, as I urged her to jump the wall. Finally, she agreed, and we jumped the wall together. As we walked through the school, Nadira's face lit up with joy. She shared with me her memories and stories of the time she had spent there. At that time, I noticed some children playing in the yard. An idea struck me, and I whispered to Nadira, "You walk. I'll come back." I ran to the children and asked them if they were willing to spend some time studying in the classroom. They initially refused, but I gave them a new football, and finally they agreed. I found the children in a classroom, and as I turned around, I saw Nadir walking down the hallway. Her hand walked along the wall, her fingers rubbing against the cool surface. She seemed lost in thought, her eyes cast down as if in deep thought. I stood there for a moment, admiring the calm expression on her face. Then she called out, "Hello, teacher! Please come to the classroom. Your students are waiting!" Nadira's eyes widened in surprise, and a rush of excitement filled the room. The children and I greeted her in unison, "Good morning, teacher!" Nadira stood there, not knowing how to respond. For a moment, her eyes widened in surprise. I laughed at her confused expression. The children seemed to sense her discomfort, and they began to laugh and whisper to each other. Nadira's cheeks flushed, and she quickly regained her composure. "Good morning, teacher," she finally said, her voice steady. "We have some enthusiastic students today." She smiled and said, her eyes were sparkling with joy as she started teaching. I could see her smiling effortlessly and was mesmerized. Her passion for teaching was evident, her beauty shone brighter than ever. After a few fun moments, the class ended and the children thanked Nadir and left. She was beaming with joy, I could see the joy radiating from within her. I handed the money I had promised to the children and turned to Nadir. "What should we do now?" I asked. She nodded and we walked towards the bus, ready to continue our journey together. She moved the bag that had been blocking the gap between us, and slowly she leaned forward, her hair dancing in the wind. I felt her warmth, her presence, her laughter, and my heart swelled with emotion. At that moment, I knew this was just the beginning of our journey together, a journey filled with laughter and love.
The Good Wife
We stopped at a tea shop. I carefully lifted the steaming hot tea to my lips and tried to drink it. Her limbs were all beautiful. As we rode along, the scenery changed to the happy people strolling along the road. Children laughing and playing, couples walking hand in hand, immersed in each other's blood. Nadira's dance flowed into the scene, her eyes shining with desire, as if searching for something - maybe a love story. I sped up the car, and we stopped in front of a beautiful house, a single-story house surrounded by a garden full of flowers. (It was actually a friend's guest house, but I didn't tell Nadira.) She asked me why we were stopping. I smiled a beautiful smile and said, "Oh, my dear, one day we will be able to go home." Nadira's eyes widened in surprise and joy, and her cheeks flushed with excitement. I saw her radiating joy. I opened the door, seeing her smiling at our temporary indifference. As she stepped inside, her eyes lit up with surprise and she took in the cozy atmosphere. I turned to her and said, "Dear Bharat, I am hungry! Do you know how to cook?" Nadira smiled mischievously and replied, "Oh, sorry dear hubby. What do you like to eat?" "I don't know Priya, I will eat whatever you make," I laughed. She decided to make biryani and we headed to the kitchen. As we cooked in the kitchen, the aroma of biryani teased our senses. Nadira's eyes lit up with pride as she presented us with the finished dish. We sat down to eat, and I took a bite. I let the flavors sing on my tongue, making Nadira's mouth water with anticipation. "Super, dear, this is delicious!" I exclaimed. Her face lit up with joy, and we continued eating. After lunch, we danced to Lady Gaga's "Walk with a Smile," our movements carefree. As we spun, Nadira's eyes locked onto mine, filled with anticipation. The song ended, and we paused, our fingers piercing through the air. Nadira retired for a short nap, and I went to buy her a beautiful saree. When I returned, she was awake, and I, feeling a little shy, handed her the gift. "This is for you, please take it," I said. A wonderful smile spread across Nadira's face as she accepted the gift. After putting on the saree, Nadira was absolutely beautiful. The saree hugged her curves well, emphasizing her charm. When she did, my heart skipped a beat and my eyes were stunned by her beauty. "How am I?" Nadira sighed, trying to find the right words. "If angels really exist in this world, you must be one of them," I replied, my voice filled with sincerity. Nadira's cheeks flushed, and she smiled with a mixture of shyness and joy. I waved to her, and we left the house, ready for our next adventure. Not knowing where we were going, Nadira was completely lost, her eyes sparkling with excitement. We jumped on the bike, and Nadira's hand rested on my right shoulder, its warmth flowing over my skin. It was such a gentle, intimate touch that I felt my heart skip a beat. I had never felt this close to anyone before, and it sent shivers down my spine. I let her hand slide down my spine, her wet fingers curling around my waist. Her touch was like a spark, igniting a flame of desire within me. I felt a rush of energy, my senses heightened as I inhaled her perfume. As we rode, the wind blew through our hair, and the sun cast a golden glow over the landscape. Nadira's gaze lingered on my waist, her presence, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. I smiled, carefree and alive. I thought this was what it meant to be in love.
The Legacy of Love .
After a few minutes, we stopped in front of a house. Nadira asked playfully, "Is this our new house, dear?" I smiled and replied, "No, ma'am, we are just visiting an old friend." Her expression brightened, and she asked, "Who is it?" I smiled mischievously and said, "Come, let's meet them." We stopped in front of a cozy house surrounded by greenery. I knocked on the door, and after a few moments, an elderly gentleman opened the door. When she saw Anna, her face lit up with joy, "Oh, my dear, it's been so long! How are you? Who is this handsome boy with you?" I smiled and introduced Nadir as a friend. Muthi extended both of Nadir's arms and we went inside. The house was warm and cozy, and I saw Nadir's eyes shining with joy. An old grandfather came out of the kitchen, his hands covered in flour. When he saw Anna, he also lit up with joy, "Oh, my dear, how are you?" We hugged, and I introduced Nadir to her. While we were sitting on the sofa, Muthi was busy making coffee in the kitchen. Grandpa sat down with them, and Nadira asked, "Who are they?" I smiled and replied, "They are friends, I met them on a trip two years ago. They are the most beautiful couple I have ever seen." Nadira's eyes softened when she saw them, their mutual love and affection. As we drank coffee, the conversation flowed easily. The pearls regaled us with stories of their lives, their love, and their adventures. Nadira listened, captivated, her eyes shining with tears. I saw in her heart the desire for a love like theirs. As we were leaving, my grandmother hugged Nadir tightly, "You are a wonderful boy, take care of him." Nadir's blue eyes filled with tears as she hugged him. We said goodbye, promising to return soon. As we were leaving, Nadir waved at her pearls and turned around. She waved, her face full of love and kindness. As she disappeared from view, Nadir's eyes were still in them. I saw sadness in her eyes, a longing for a love that would last a lifetime. I held her hand and held it out. "We will return soon," I promised. Nadira smiled, her eyes still shining with tears. The wind blowing through our hair, our hearts filled with the warmth and beauty of the pearls, and we continued our journey with a sense of belonging that would last a lifetime.
The Sunset
As the evening sun sank below the horizon, we reached the harbor, the sky ablaze with orange and pink. I turned to Nadira, my eyes filled with excitement. "It's time to make your dreams come true." We walked out onto the beach to the sound of waves crashing against the shore. I ran to my friend, who was waiting with a fiber fishing rod. "We're going to the middle of the ocean," I said. He nodded, and I turned to Nadira, who was hesitant. Seeing her, I gave her my hand. "Don't go, I think." She looked at me, her blue eyes shining with a mixture of fear and excitement. With a long sigh, she grabbed my hand and we jumped into the boat. As we moved closer to the waves, the boat danced with the waves. I whispered to Nadira, "Get in the boat." She hesitated for a moment before lowering the hand into the boat. The waves caressed her fingers, giving her a gentle heave. We reached the middle of the ocean, and the boat turned off its engines. An eerie silence fell over us. I turned to Nadira, and she was sitting there, watching the sun sink below the horizon. Tears welled up in her eyes, and I knew she was thinking about her upcoming surgery and the possibility of losing her memory. My heart ached for Rita. I wanted to reassure her that everything would be okay, but words failed. As the sun sank below the horizon, I held her close and held her close. The sky transformed into a canvas of pink, blue, and purple. We sat there, lost in the moment, the only sound being the gentle lapping of the waves against the boat. As the stars began to twinkle, we reluctantly turned back toward the harbor. A silence fell between us. We both knew that this moment, this feeling, was a ghost. When we reached the harbor, I thanked my friend and said goodbye. Nadira and I walked to the motorized bicycle, the only sound being the crunch of the cobblestones beneath our feet. She sat behind me, I started the engine, we drove off into the night, the city lights fading together, but I knew exactly where I was going -
End of the Day
As darkness enveloped us, Nadira's arms wrapped around me, her face nestled in the curve of my neck, her arms wrapped around me, and she held me close, our bodies swaying in perfect harmony. I felt her warmth, her trust, and her body. In this closeness, I felt the moments of her heartbeat, each pulse, sinking deep into my soul. But in the midst of this sweet moment, the cruel fate that awaited us made my mind ache. When I thought that in a few days she would be a surgeon, that time would erase her memories of me and her memories of this day, it felt like a thousand daggers were piercing my heart. I felt helpless, hopeless and broken. The rain was pouring down, cutting through the silence and casting a pall of sadness. We took shelter at a bus stop, and I hugged her. Seeing her shivering with cold, I took off my jacket and wrapped her around her. Her eyes, like two sapphires, sparkled with tears, and she hugged me. Those eyes were temporary. After a while. The rain stopped, and I asked her to come to my house. She agreed with a sigh. We continued our journey, a heavy silence between us due to the unspoken words. Finally, we stopped the bike outside her house. She slowly got out of the bike. Nadira turned to me, her eyes filled with tears. She stood in front of me, her hands folded in her jacket. I was silent, my words lost in the depth of my emotions. There was silence between us except for her soft whisper of "Thank you". Her eyes met mine, but I turned away, unable to bear the intensity of her play. I sighed. I replied with a smile, but my voice had stopped. Maybe she expected more, but I couldn't find the words. I wanted to tell her how deeply I loved her, how desperately I wanted her by my side forever. Maybe her voice was stuck in my throat. Maybe she understood my feelings, because she took a step closer. Her soft hands caressed my face. She looked into my eyes, but I couldn't help but watch her dance. . She held my face tighter, her blue eyes burning with fire inside. Finally I saw her dance, and my heart skipped a beat. Blood filled those blue eyes that sparkled like stars in the night sky. My heart swelled with emotion as she closed her eyes, her lips inch by inch from mine. I closed my eyes too, our lips on the verge of a kiss. My heart pounded with anticipation, butterflies danced in my stomach. I yearned for the kiss of a lifetime. But fate had other plans. At that moment, a voice broke from the house. "Nadira, is that you?" Her father's voice cut through the air, and the silence between us both stopped for a moment. (The moments between the kisses were the best, I thought. Our time froze, and it was as if our lips had almost touched. Nadira's eyes widened, filled with sadness and longing. "Yes, I'm coming," she replied, turning to look at him, her eyes widening. "Yes, promise me that you'll come back after the surgery. I don't know if I'll remember anything, but please tell me everything..." I waved at her, knowing it was a promise I couldn't keep. I started to walk back to the bus. I turned around and saw Nadira standing alone, her eyes widening. Yes. It hurt me more to think that I was going to lose her forever. As the bike sped along, the darkness on the road seemed to swallow me whole. The wind whipped through my hair, unable to drown out the sound of my broken heart. The streets were a dark, endless tunnel. I felt alone, tears streaming down my face, my heart shattered into a million pieces, like a star singing in the vastness of the sky. Dark clouds gathered, and the rain poured down like a symphony of sorrow, as if the earth was mourning its loss. I screamed, "Aaaaa
To be continued