These are the days when I was young. Then the girls would swing on the trees, and we would swing them. The small building of the small village was like a magnificent palace for us. Then the most beautiful girl in the village, her name was Neelam. She would get ready in the morning, put on a red headband and run around in the fields. Laughing, her pink lips parted, and her teeth gleamed like pearls. She was naughty and cheerful. Time was not known, and we grew up. Then we left the village and settled in the city and Neelam stayed there. I went from high school to college and from college to university. But one thing I have to admit is that Neelam could not forget her eyes or her smile.
Many years have passed, and I have not been able to go to the village. But there was a desire in my heart that either time would return or I would return to the village myself. From the day I was about to finish my studies, I got the news that Neelam's marriage was arranged. I was shocked, and now I wanted to run and get him, or at least see and feel his laughter.
Traveling all day, when I got there, I saw Neelam's house. The corridors had turned into streets. Neelam's rough house had turned into a mansion. Then I realized that maybe this is not what I loved. Naughty eyes were wrapped in dark circles.
I wanted to find Neelam in those eyes. There was no glory in her eyes, and I was looking for glory. I had never even told her my love, so how could I find any love. I found out that Neelam was not happy with this marriage. I returned with a heavy heart and returned to my home. But none of the girls touched my heart, and I never got married.
As time went on I got a lot of wealth but still if someone asks me what do you want in return for all this wealth then I will say that one smile of Neelam.
We got a construction contract in our village and I had to go there for the same work. For this work, we had to hire laborers from the village itself.
When the team of laborers was gathered, one of them was a woman whose face was covered with wrinkles. The hands were black, and the eyes were a pit of despair. I would not have recognized him if I had not seen his lips. Ah, this sapphire was a beautiful sapphire, pink lips and sapphire with a sweet smile. When I touched her black hair, the small world of the village would feel like a paradise. Ah, this was the sapphire, in whose love no face could become my love, which I remembered every night, on whose smile I would lay down my wealth, lay down my life, this was that sapphire. She recognized me and I sat down on her knees in front of her and asked her if it was you. No, where is my sapphire in you, which was my greatest desire to see.
My team was thinking i am crazy. Where am I, such a wonderful person, and where is that poor miserable ugly woman. But no one knows how much I missed Neelam. I waited for many years for a moment when I would meet her. Now, when I met her, she was not looking at me. Or was it really gruesome that she was asking me where I was so far and why I didn't hold her hand when she needed me. I knelt down in front of her and kept asking where my sapphire is in you. Then she also sat in front of me and tears started coming from her eyes.
She held my delicate and beautiful hand with her black ugly hands and pressed it to her lips. I kept looking at him with fascination. That moment, pulled me out of this world and took me to heaven, where Neelam used to smile like before. At that moment, I realized that yes, this is what I wanted. I was looking for this one touch in this whole world. The dream adorned his eyes every day. I asked her if Neelam would marry me. She nodded, and said it was too late, Samir. The paradise flower spring around me all disappeared, and an ugly woman was standing in front of me.
My only wish at that time was that I wish we could go back to this time, I wish we could live our life beautifully. I wish
Written by sultan
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