Her Whisper in the Wind
For days, her face kept flashing before my eyes — a girl I’ve never met, yet felt deeply connected to. He remembered her the moment he saw her, though he had never met her in the waking world. She appeared in his mind first as a vision, ethereal and luminous, her presence like sunlight spilling gently across a quiet room. Long hair, dark as the night sky, framed a face pale and delicate, yet alive with depth. Her eyes were oceans, pulling him in with an invisible force, holding unspoken stories, promises, and a softness that both calmed and unsettled him. Every small movement — the subtle sway of her shoulders, the gentle jingle of her payals — felt like a secret rhythm, an uncharted melody meant only for him to hear. He could feel her before he saw her, like an echo lingering in the corners of his mind. That feeling — quiet, tender, almost sacred made him realize that she wasn’t just a character in a dream; she was a part of him, or at least a mirror of the part he had always longed t...