Waking up in a vast, lush green meadow as the sun set, I felt the gentle breeze playfully moving the tips of the grass. My head rested not on a pillow, but in your lap (rabbit), sitting beside me in serene calm. Upon realizing this, I promptly sat up next to you, and we shared a moment, silently appreciating the tranquility of our surroundings, the gentle breeze lightly disturbing a few strands of your hair. Without thinking, I reached out, tucking those stray hairs behind your ear. Your response was a warm smile, followed by a tender kiss on my hand. This gesture caught me off guard; my last memory did not include you, yet here we were together, and I chose to embrace the silence rather than question our reunion.
The view before us was breathtaking, the kind of scene one might call a slice of heaven on earth, enhanced by the perfect gentle breeze. It was then you leaned your head against my shoulder, whispering, “Isn’t this what we wanted?” My heart agreed silently before I voiced my contentment, “I am so happy that you are with me now.”
Your reply, “I have always been with you,” was comforting, and the affectionate touch of your hand on my face deepened the moment’s intimacy. With a gentle nudge, you suggested, “Okay, come now, you’ve already slept a lot. Help me with dinner.” As we stood, you led the way towards a quaint stone house, its small veranda adorned with two chairs and wildflowers that danced along the pillars, all bathed in the warm glow from the window.
Yet, as we approached, a strong wind arose, and with it, the scene began to dissolve — you and the stone house faded, leaving only the sight of a wild rabbit darting through the meadow.
-Faizan khumarkhel
About the writer-
Faizan Khumarkhel, a writer and film director, is known for his unique approach to storytelling. He has a knack for uncovering the untold narratives within society, presenting them in the simplest possible manner.
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