Hridhay was roaming around his home after his breakfast, he was clearly confused about what to do next, the lockdown boredom was striking him hard, he scrolled his phone until it's battery begged him for some charge, then again he was trying to find something to do, that's when he heard a voice
Samudra: Rithu, enoda table la nethu ezhuthina poem oda draft vechiruken padichu pakuriya ma, ethach editing theva nna sollu ok va.
Hriday: okayyy doneee (says like he's singing happily)
He goes to her table and finds a blue diary with sea and cloud print on its cover, he have never seen it before, it was really aesthetic, he opened the first page and it was written
"The line where the sky meets the sea - 4"
He was clueless why it said "4", was it part four, then where are the first three parts, his endless doubts kept on going.
He scrolled the first page and started reading.
"It's been seven months since akash went away, i don't know where he is or when I will meet him again , I miss him badly
I know , He is a river, he can’t settle in a place, he needs to keep flowing in order to make himself alive,
He knows that all cities are the same, all villages are the same, all people are the same, their sorrows, grief, triumph and happiness are all the same , he knows it all but he wants to explore them, he wants to experience all of it and treat them all the same…
He is true water, he flows well, takes shape of the place he is in, sometimes he knows how to freeze himself and some other time he knows to diffuse himself in the air too…
He loves to dance with the breeze, spread the sunlight with his smile… he loves to climb the mountains and walk through the dense forests, he loves to experience life of different types of people and show path towards light to the ones who are in darkness… he loves to sleep looking at the unpolluted sky full of stars, he loves the flow of his life to the unknown each day, but what he loves the most is to paint the best moments of all of these, he is an artist who loves to live in his paintings rather than paint his life…
To him each day is an unpredictable new flow, he flows and flows as a river through valleys, between mountains, through waterfalls, along cities and under those iron bridges. He flows and flows hoping to meet his sea as soon as possible. I know that throughout his journey he craves to be embraced by me. I am a home to that homeless kid.
he is everything to me, I can wait years and years earning for his arrival, I just want to stay in his embrace and listen all his stories, stories about all the places he have been to, see all his paintings that he lived on and cuddle on him as he narrates the tales related to it, he is the world to me, the world I live in and love living in ! "
He read the first page and something from his heart said to close the book, it didn't feel like a story, Samudra never wrote a story in first person, he knows that very well. He was confused, he decided to find answers...
He went near samudra who was preparing lunch, he wrapped one of his hands around her shoulder saying
Hriday: hey thean uh,
Samudra: ethana vaati da unkita solirken, thean uh nnu koopdatha nnu! Ennoda pen name thendral ok va, thean uh illa.
Hriday: athellam Anga irukatum, ennaku oru doubt uh.
Samudra: unnaku eppo dhan doubt illa
Hriday: psch!
Samudra: ok, ok sollu
Hriday: nee poem dhane read panna sonna
Samudra: aama
Hriday: aana antha book la azhaga oru story irunthuch, athuvum pudusa nee first person la ezhuthi iruka
Samudra: ennathu?
Hriday: athila hero peru etho akash nnu potrutha and nee discribe pannatha paatha fiction mathiri therla
Samudra: hey, unkita yaaru athu padika sonnanga, naan sonathu antha diary kku pakathla iruntha kutti poem book padika dhan
Hriday: appo athu diary ah?!
Samudra: yes
Hriday: aana athu semaya irunthuch , I wanted to complete reading it aana ath personal aana vishayam aah iruntha maybe wierd aah irukum la athinala first page mattum padichen but i sincerely feel that u should have published that story , unnoda career best aah kooda athu irunthirukalam
Samudra: first of all, wierd nu ellam illa , akash ngura peru unaku familiar aah illama irukalam aana Naa avara pathi unkita neraiya solirken, so don't worry about all that. You know right you are my best friend, so there's nothing to feel weird about, nee antha story kandipa unaku time irukumbothu read pananum, 5 books irukk, naan eduth tharen but I want it to stay between us, maybe antha story enoda career best ah irunthirukalam but i never wanted anyone else to read it, yen na athu story illa it's the life I'm living and it's definitely the life that i love and it's very personal so ath nammalukk ullaye irukanum ok va!
Hriday: nee eppo ipdi serious ah pesa kathukitta it's very odd sam! By the way naan full time vettiya suthuratha paathum , enna oru aala madichu , unakku time irukumbothu padichu paru nnu solra pathiya, Anga iruka nee
Samudra and hriday shared a laugh to that and their day continued....
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thats it for chapter 1
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The line where the sky meets the sea
RomanceAkash is a wanderer, he can never settle in a place, he needs to roam and roam freely like the wind, he is vibrant like the wild flowers, he just flows free without any planning like a river, he loves painting and documenting his experiences, he wan...
