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Romance Sad Fantasy

The darkness and snow subjugated the night. It's the vernal season to flowers. The moon dressed up white saree to the widowed sea fishes.

Through the window strung of the train, Poet MeeraPeriyan was measuring another side of the day.

The dreams which he had dreamed in the womb, failed in the litter bin.

He also flickered in that world by getting membership as an orphan in the address lost home of flowers.

If he wishes balloons, he will get foam bubbles. If he gets hungry on eggs, he will get some churned rice. Like these, he proposes something and the god disposes of same thing in his life.

The love he kept on his mother without seeing her face, has been fulfilled through his mother tongue.

He says the butterflies as the sky, dewdrop as an ocean, flutes as babies, clouds as doves. He has created another type of world through his unique views.

Even he has the heap of displeased wounds in his heart, he accepted that life satisfactorily.

He was returning to the orphanage home to see Meera, with the hand of National Award which he received in Delhi for his song, the had written in cinema.

He started to turn the beginning of this year as the memories of last year diary with tear leaked eyes.

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A reader's letters inverted his life. Meera's letters were the carving chisel to Priyan in this criticism filled the world as the spiders live in the dilapidated house.

He had shared all the pains and disappointments from his birth to today. There is no cunning or hypocrisy.

Only the post box carried the two hearts from there to here and here to there in the shape of letters.

Today he feels loneliness, even he sits among the crowd on the beach, the place he likes most. He started to travel in the search of Meera.

Consciously and also unconsciously.

It is the start of the week, as usual, he was waiting for Meera's letter.

The letter, that doesn't know to play hide and seek like the eyes, was received. The letter which he had received is not only a paper but also Meera's heart.

My heartiest greetings to the poet who carves me!

If your Tamil is an ocean, I wish to be the wave. I want to see your eyes. For a while, I want to cry, leaning in your chest. I have the desire to kiss you. I tie myself until lips are in reticence and get your consent. You feel that you don't know your mom's face. At that moment, my eyes cry for you than yours. You want to sleep in my lap. That should be continued till death. I am learning a lullaby only for you. When you read this letter, I will have finished that. My dad's properties are in the number of crores for me. but I don't know what the mother's love is. Your letters are the handkerchiefs that wipe my tears. I wish to become a servant in your home. My soul, my body, and my flesh also should be belonged to you.

Your loving,

- Meera -

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Dear Meera,

I am owed to wash your feet with my tears. Come into me as my beloved soul and sense. You have kept me in your heart safely. The letters you had written for me are the wombs where I live. I have hurt you any time as the tears in your eyes. Please forgive me. You accepted this flute, that nobody wishes to buy as your baby. The tears from your eyes for me sweeten as breastfeeding in my throat. My dreams frittered as salt. I got a chance to pen lyrics in the cinema because of Meera's luck. I will buy and bring you a silk saree in the color of rose which you love a lot and an earning to sing my name in your ears until death, in my first-month salary. Meera Please accept those without refuse. I am waiting with tears for you as a baby.

With Love

- Meera Priyan -

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He was waiting for Meera's advent. He felt greater happiness like the flying of thousand butterflies.

Time was flowing perfectly as the rivers. Suddenly, his phone rang unexpectedly.

'Hello'

'Hello Sir, I am calling from G.H. Who is Meera to You?'

( Breath struck. Words stumbled as low birth delivery)

'Sir..., Sir..., What happened to Meera...?'

"Please Listen, Don't get nervous. Nothing to worry about Meera. ( His heart controlled the riots of a heartbeat but his thoughts were throbbing like the earthworm which was tramped by leg ) But her father passed away on the spot. Can you please come immediately, sir?"

The sudden whistle sound of the fast train controlled Meera Priyan's past memories and brought his mind to present. Hereafter, his hands don't have the energy to turn the page of his diary. His mind also tired.

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His travel took time more than half of the day. The sky was captured among the illusion of the dusk.

The group of children played like the pigeons which have small hands and legs. The pearls were looking up the kites, fighting with hawks. Even the god did the mistakes in their body parts, they were like the wingless parrots and were saying a message to god with smiling lips. The people who granted lots of love adopted the shade of the banyan tree.

His every step remembered the past from gracing to standing up.

Kanmani Amma, the breath of that orphanage home; he was waiting in her room. with the award and some bags. A few minutes later.

Priyan, When did you come ( He hugged Kanmani Amma by her words. The tears overflowed )

Amma, If you were not to me, I would never have achieved this. If you didn't see me that day I would be the prey to street dogs. ( Kanmani Amma shut his mouth with her hand as she doesn't want to hear any more. )

Priya..., What did you bring me? ( At once, he gave a white color saree to Kanmani Amma she kissed him on his cheek )

Amma, Here are the clothings to all in our home. Some sweetmeats and toys to children. ( Kanmani Amma's heart was filled by the brightness of his love ) Whilst he took another bag.

Amma, this is for...,

For Meera, Am I right?

Smiled with tears,

Yes ma, This is for Meera. Rose colored silk saree and an earring as I promised her.

Priya... After you went from here, She didn't eat well Go and see her.

He ran to Meera's room quickly.

At the age of three into eight (3x8=24) years, Meera was pushed off to the condition of a baby. by that accident. Her womb also removed by the operation as she was injured in the stomach.

Time hurt him with so many tests.

His heart came into Meera's room before him. The evening, she enjoyed tied her in the darkness. Priyan's eyes searched Meera with love. His eyes found her crouching in the corner of the room. He switched on the lights. She shined like the angel.

Her face was fade away, her hair seemed complex like knots. She was in the darkness during these two days. Her eyes were blinking, seeing the light.

His heart melted like the candle for Meera,

When he sat near Meera, he felt the bad smell from her mouth. In the last two days, she didn't bathe, so he started to freshen her.

Meera faced this accident before meeting Priyan. But, by fate, she obeyed and listened to his words like the baby hugs the mom.

Priyan was adjusting Meera's dress for bathing Meera's nakedness also made him feel the purity as he sees himself.

Then, he brushed Meera's teeth, enjoying her naughtiness.

He dressed up her that saree and the earnings. He forgets himself, Looking at Meera's face.

The expression of tears in his eyes without no reason.

Priyan embraced her and sat in the chair, which was like a father teach the child to walk stepping the child's feet on his feet.

'Baby ma.., Just open your mouth... Eat this please da...'

He was begging to Meera to make to eat sometimes she eats and many time she refuses,

Only Priyan knows her play trick.

He cleaned the food on her lips and gave water to her.

she leaned on his shoulder as usual.

Priyan felt these all as God's enigma play which makes Meera not to understand what is happening around her.

His head touched Meera's head, they leaned on each other.

He looked Meera to see whether Meera was sleeping or not when finishing his last chapter of the poem compilation "The Battle Of Cells 14 Under 14". Meera was thinking something late at night.

Priyan kissed on her forehead.

If she sleeps leaning in his shoulder, he would take her in his hand as carrying flowers.

The spit from Meera's mouth. When Priyan tried to lap it the pen fell down.

The Shredded unfadable flower holds the pen.

***

June 08, 2021 18:00

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Farwin Hameed
08:32 Jun 15, 2021

It's like watching 'moonram pirai' film as a short story. some parts of story make me to feel more as Kamal feels when he sees Sri devi as a baby. wonderful creation of love. Sometimes we also longe for this type of affection. In every line love is overflowing. Writer's talent is, making readers to feel as the characters in the imagination. You have done that job in an artful manner. Meera and Priyan, the love between them join the names as Meerapriyan, as well as one soul. After reading this battle of cells, I started to pray for Meera's c...

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Mohamed Sarfan
18:21 Jun 15, 2021

It's Valuable Comment Great Pleasure! Thank You So Much My Dear!

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Wilson Howard
07:08 Jun 15, 2021

Mere words have started wars, stopped fatal mistakes and comforted in a time of sorrow. This narrative creates a vivid picture of how words bring hope and restoration even when distance is prevalent. Two Souls are intertwined by history and friendship from the heart . Despite painful memories and episodes of life changing experiences both characters have endured by strengthening each other. One can easily be overcome with emotion as the story proceeds. The mission and purpose of this story brings life in an orphanage to a new level of great ...

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Mohamed Sarfan
18:18 Jun 15, 2021

Wow! Wonderful Feedback! It Makes Me So Happy Thank You So Much My Dear Friend!

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Mansura Anwar
19:34 Jun 16, 2021

"MeeraPriyan" I can feel ,a movie is running through your words on my mind ... I felt that ... I was there beside them ... your words always like magnet ...and realistic and you are the one made me cry through your writings ...I have read this just before a month ,I almost cried loudly, when it comes to know that meera got an accident... Worthy content and suitable title... "The letters you had written for me are the wombs where I live" I love this sentence.. Priyan is mother by his pampering towards meera,,, And without getting any ci...

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Mohamed Sarfan
19:52 Jun 16, 2021

Not sure what to say. Inspiring Feedback! Thank You So Much My Dear

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Vishalini Pradap
08:46 Jun 15, 2021

Wow 👏👏👏👏 congrats ji. "Meerapriyan" it's not just a word. it's not just a name. It's a emotion of love between two pure hearts. Some lines are so close to my heart. I wish you definitely gets what you deserve ❤❤❤ keep going 👏👏👏

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Mohamed Sarfan
18:06 Jun 15, 2021

Inspiring Feedback! Thank You So Much My Dear Friend

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Azim Az M
19:13 Jun 16, 2021

Its wonderful story .. the characters and writer's way to ahead of the story admirable.. Hope you can do more than this. I wish you good luck Mr.writer you will 💐

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Mohamed Sarfan
19:20 Jun 16, 2021

Inspiring Feedback! Thank You So Much My Dear Friend

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Mzn Ahd
12:29 Jun 16, 2021

it's really interesting and the writer direct me to get into the story without knowing my self i lost my self into that story great lines and approaches

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Mohamed Sarfan
17:33 Jun 16, 2021

Inspiring Feedback! Thank You So Much My Dear Friend

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Kathiravan R
15:54 Jun 15, 2021

The author is making a bold attempt. He has a long way to go. A small step in the right direction. Continuos efforts will definitely make him a better writer. I wish him all the best in his endeavor.

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Mohamed Sarfan
18:09 Jun 15, 2021

Inspiring Feedback! Thank You So Much Sir!

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Ahnaf Mhd
10:07 Jun 15, 2021

I liked more videos in your YouTube! It was awesome likewise this story is also awesome my dear little poet of odd. Keep going ## at the same time there are no words to explain the theme of the story!! It is also nice !! I have been attracted!!! Remember YOU CAN DO # YOU WILL DO !! ALL THE VERY BEST THANK YOU #AHNAF#

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Mohamed Sarfan
18:06 Jun 15, 2021

Inspiring Feedback! Thank You So Much My Dear Friend

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Yuk Yuk
12:22 Aug 01, 2021

Beautiful story. I love love love the way you write. I loved the descriptions, especially how you described the moon. I noticed that you've liked a few of my stories, thank you for taking your time to read them. I'd appreciate if you could give me some pointers, criticism.

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Mohamed Sarfan
18:19 Aug 01, 2021

Of course I will read my friend’s works. Great Pleasure! Thank You So Much!

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Yuk Yuk
15:48 Aug 02, 2021

Friends? Thank you for the honour. Awaiting your critique.

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Sumaya Shah
15:37 Jul 28, 2021

I like your stories. You have such a great command over simile and descriptive language. Let me know if I could follow you anywhere else. Looks like I could learn a lot from you! Keep up the good work 👍 Sumaya shah

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Mohamed Sarfan
18:19 Jul 28, 2021

My mind is filled with the love of an unfamiliar friendship. The Lord has gifted the life of a loving heart in the context of a loving story. My mother tongue is Tamil; I have written a lot of works in Tamil. Only a few works in English can be continued. If you know Tamil, tell me and I will share other stories. I smile today on a wonderful rainbow earth. Great Pleasure! Thank You So Much!

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Sumaya Shah
20:02 Jul 28, 2021

No, my mother tongue is Kashmiri! But I will keep reading your English Short stories here. Hope you are planning to keep sharing your stories here.

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Mohamed Sarfan
13:26 Jul 29, 2021

Again Thank You So Much My Dear Friend!

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Nathalie Menard
22:04 Jul 16, 2021

I love your delicate and fair pen. The psychological side of the characters is very well described. We cannot remain unmoved by this story which on the one hand seems wonderful but also seems just as dramatic.

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Mohamed Sarfan
17:35 Jul 17, 2021

Thank You So Much My Dear Friend!

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Deepa B
17:14 Jun 22, 2021

Hi just wanna know your secret of getting so many likes on your story and followers. I hv just got very few likes and no followed

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Mohamed Sarfan
06:09 Jun 23, 2021

Hi, Dear Friend! Read and comment on other people’s stories as well.

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Arvind Kashyap
09:11 Jun 19, 2021

Lovely flow in the story.

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Mohamed Sarfan
15:48 Jun 19, 2021

Great Pleasure! Thank You So Much

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K.B. Tylent
19:39 Jun 17, 2021

Wow! excellent, such types of stories are scant in the world of literature. A complete hypocrite love shows the imaginative wings of the writer. love starts in the story in a usual way as it generally happens with the correspondence either in letters or by other means. have your best of luck!

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Mohamed Sarfan
20:17 Jun 17, 2021

Great Pleasure! Thank You So Much

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10:02 Jun 17, 2021

Amazing creation of love Sarfan ....love is overflowing in every other line ....

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Mohamed Sarfan
16:33 Jun 17, 2021

Great Pleasure! Thank You So Much Akka!

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15:17 Jun 16, 2021

Wow wow Superb 👍. Keep Doing ❤️

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Mohamed Sarfan
17:31 Jun 16, 2021

Great Pleasure! Thank You So Much

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Mohamed Shifak
14:23 Jun 16, 2021

Nice ❤️

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Mohamed Sarfan
17:32 Jun 16, 2021

Thank You!

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15:38 Jun 15, 2021

அருமையான படைப்பு

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Mohamed Sarfan
18:07 Jun 15, 2021

மனமார்ந்த நன்றிகள்

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Ijas Ahamed
10:23 Jun 15, 2021

Wow 👏👏👏👏 congrats. Some lines are so close to my heart. I wish you definitely gets what you deserve ❤❤❤ keep going 👏👏👏

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Mohamed Sarfan
18:04 Jun 15, 2021

Great Pleasure! Thank You So Much!

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Rifa Tech
08:50 Jun 15, 2021

A fantastic story. Heads-up for your work. Your share with our mother tongue for this story.

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Mohamed Sarfan
18:03 Jun 15, 2021

Thank You So Much!

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