Nadir was feeling a bit sluggish today as the sun raised directly above his head and poured all it's energy to his almost bald skull. He was just waiting for the afternoon to come, so he could take his bicycle and have a ride on the wide, plane-pitched roads beside his home. He deems really excited for the lines he wrote for Zenith last night and afternoon, in his opinion, is the best time to meet her. Although at night, when he was writing those lines, he was just envisioning how he'd recite them with his uncanny voice and how she'd react to that. Zenith is not so of a reactive girl, but when she hears something she likes, her eyes become still and a sheer beholder of the sayer. Nadir didn't waste a second at the afternoon. He took his bicycle and started riding as fast as he could.
"The earth is round. So, if I imagine a road from my home to all the way up to the last, I should be nowhere but my home," thought Nadir while riding the bicycle.
"Or should it be enough to reach Zenith?" he laughed. One of the things he loves to do is to make him confused by his own words.
Zenith was already waiting at the place they were supposed to meet. She had a pencil and a sketchbook with her where she was drawing a leaf that fell from the tree she was close to. By the time he arrived, she was almost done with her drawing.
"Am I late or is it you who came early?" asked Nadir with a flight attendant smile on his face. Zenith seemed more attentive to draw than answering the question.
"You know what, Zenith? The philosophy of time is under one's perception," uttered Nadir trying his best to get her to talk.
"It's like the concept of infinity. You add or subtract anything from it, it's still the same."
Zenith wasn't really buying anything he said. She kept firm at what she was doing. Nadir knew this is not going to work this way. So, he started conveying the first line he wrote.
"What you define as beautiful defines you as well."
Zenith sensed a sudden change of voice and it sounded somewhat meaningful to her and at this point Nadir was too lucky to have a glance of her for the first time, today. At the bottom of the page where she had that leaf drawn, she wrote the line Nadir said.
"Every moment of happiness is the gist of turmoil."
The line reflected Zenith's whole life but she did nothing but staring deep into his eyes. Nadir found himself hopeless as he was going to say the last line and she was yet to say anything. He assembled an aura of baritone and said,
"Sometimes waiting is more fruitful than leaving. You wait for a time, but you get for an eternity."
A wave of silence flowed through them for a min or two, but it was none but Zenith who broke it.
"How are you, Nadir?"
