Safar : Classmates to Soulmates
It was a beautiful night, At least that’s what bhoomee thought. Empty streets, trees glowing in
street light, occasional sounds made by passing vehicles, these were what made any night
beautiful in her opinion. She always liked calmness of the night and it gave her the feel of
freedom. It felt like she was getting her share of peace of mind without the judgmental eyes of
society.
Bhoomee possessed a personality that belied her petite stature of 5 feet 2 inches. Her presence
exuded an undeniable charm, a magnetic aura that drew people towards her. With her curly
hair framing her face in an untamed cascade of ebony curls, she seemed to carry the essence
of a free spirit within her. Her skin, the hue of pure ivory, spoke of a delicate elegance, while
her eyes, deep pools of obsidian, held mysteries untold. There was a profound depth to her
gaze, an intensity that hinted at the richness of her inner world.
Bhoomee strolled along the deserted streets, the soft glow of the streetlights casting a warm
hue on the pavement beneath her feet. The leaves rustled in the gentle night breeze, creating
a soothing melody that harmonized with the occasional distant hum of passing vehicles. Above, the night sky was a canvas painted with a myriad of stars, each one adding its own
sparkle to the tranquil scene.
As Bhoomee walked, she found herself captivated by the play of shadows among the trees.
The branches reached out like intricate patterns against the night sky, creating a natural artwork
That heightened the beauty of the surroundings. The air was crisp, carrying a hint of earthy
fragrances from the nearby gardens, enhancing the sensory experience of the nocturnal
journey.
Occasionally, a cat would slink across the quiet streets, its eyes reflecting the faint glow of the
streetlights. Bhoomee smiled at these fleeting companions, appreciating the shared moment of
solitude. The stillness of the night allowed her thoughts to wander freely, unburdened by the
constraints of the bustling day.
In the distance, the soft echo of a distant conversation carried on the wind, a reminder that
life continued beyond the bubble of solitude she had found. However, it was this solitude that
Bhoomee cherished – a refuge from the demands of the world, a sanctuary where she could
find solace and embrace the beauty of the night on her terms.
The emptiness of the streets was not a void to Bhoomee but rather a canvas on which she
painted her own thoughts and dreams. The night, with its quiet majesty, became a backdrop
for her reflections, a time when she could unravel the complexities of her mind without the
interference of the bustling world.
