"Tring....Tring...."
"Ushh....who is this now.."
She strengthened her hand in half sleep and pulled out the phone from under the pillow.
'hello..'
'hey, still in bed?'
'who is this?' scanning the screen in half opened eyes.
'its me Aric...come fast in the Cafe.'
"Oh...my God, today is the 23rd of January. Means Aric's 18th birthday." She crossed her palm on the forehead.
"So sorry....I came home late night yesterday from my sister's place and was late to wake up now. Give me 5 min huh..."
She rushed into the bathroom and prepared herself for the go. Ponytailed the hair and looked right, left, back and front and was all set to took her feet outside the door.
As she approached the cafe which was of her friend's indeed.
"Hey, come in..." He was wearing a broad smile which added extra cuteness to his innocent face.
"She is my sister.."he introduced her to a beautiful girl beside him which is in hancing a sweet aura as they greet each other.
"And she is my adopted sister though same grade...but you can say like my small baby(nani)" nepali word for kid.
They had some momo and tea for a small celebration and in return she gifted him the cap as a present for his birthday which she had remembered saying he likes cap so bought a blue- black one.
With the footsteps they took ahead together, deep down seeing her brother chatting happily with a wide smile on his face she wondered for a while...' how fast does time pass..it feels like just yesterday we met and would be irritated with him but in a glimpse a year had passed and here celebrating his day...God, may all the happiness bestow upon my naughty yet caring brother and I sincerely thank you for sending him in my life...'
"You reached home.."
"Ahh..yes, once again happy birthday Aric."
"Thank you..."
waving each other, parted their own ways for who knew along with that waving hands, their good connected life would be waved too and who would have thought their peaceful and supportive life for each other would come to an end together with the end of the year.
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When We Were 17🌿
Non-ficțiune"Let that burning flame never gets dimmed again." As she opened her eyes, the tears were dried up but not her beats for that one question is still rounding off there. Anna is a high scholar girl who had her first love at the blooming age of 17. howe...
