Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months since the devastating news of Manvi ls passing. The pain in my heart had gradually transformed into a bittersweet ache, as I tried to navigate a world without her vibrant presence. Each day was a struggle, but I was determined to find a way to move forward.
I thought to myself what Manvi had told me to always live for the little things in life. Live for the 5am sunrise and 5pm sunsets where you will see color's in the sky that don't usually belong. Live for road trips and bike rides with the wind in your hair. Live for days when you are surrounded by your favorite people who make you realize that the world is not a cold or harsh place. Live for the little things because they will make you realize this is what life is about this is what it means to be alive.
One afternoon, feeling a surge of courage mixed with sadness, I decided it was finally time to visit Manvi ls room. It had remained untouched since the day she left us, as if frozen in time, preserving the memories of our time together. The room held a treasure trove of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and dreams of a future that would never come to be.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door, and a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, instantly bringing her back to life in my mind. I surveyed the room, my eyes landing on a small wooden box placed on her desk. It seemed out of place, as if waiting for me to discover its hidden secrets.
Curiosity piqued, I reached out and gently lifted the box. It was intricately carved, adorned with delicate patterns. With trembling hands, I carefully opened it, revealing a collection of small cassette tapes nestled within. My heart skipped a beat. What could these tapes possibly contain?
An overwhelming mix of emotions washed over me as I realized that Manvi had left behind something for me. She had known that her departure would leave me with questions, with a longing to understand why she had distanced herself. With a newfound hope, I decided to play the first tape.
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The room was filled with Manvi s melodic voice as she began speaking.
"I am sorry Alen for my actions, for keeping you in the dark about my illness, and for pushing you away. After 1 1 m born again, 1 1 m going to look for you, And when I do, 1 / 1 1 fall in love with you again"/
Her words carried a weight of regret, but also love, and it was clear that she had made these recordings with the intention of explaining herself to me.
She sang me my song for her and One by one, I played the tapes, feeling a mix of anguish with each passing recording.
Manvi ls voice was through the room, her words becoming a balm for my wounded soul. She shared her fears, her struggles, and her profound love for me.
And then, on the final tape, I heard her voice tremble with emotion.
"Alen I know you can't accept my you know, but you should and I have been keeping another secret from you. In this box I had kept a letter which contains the address of my mother house you should go there as soon as you finished this because you have something you should keep." With eager anticipation, I rummaged
through the box until I discovered an envelope, neatly tucked away.
I opened it, and inside was a letter with the address of Manvi ls mother house.
I packed everything out and took my car to drive through.
When i reached there i saw Manvi' s mom standing outside speaking to someone as soon she saw me she came running towards me.
"Alen 1m so sorry. I don't know why God has taken her away from you."
She explained that Manvi had asked her to give me the gift when the time was right. With trembling hands, I unfolded the letter and read Manvi ls words. In her elegant handwriting, she expressed her love once more and shared her hope that this gift would bring me comfort.
I walked down the corridor of the house, lost in my thoughts, a faint sound caught my attention. It was the soft cooing of a baby. I followed the sound, my heart quickening with curiosity and confusion. Turning a corner, I came face to face with a baby girl, sitting in a stroller, her bright eyes fixed on me. She seemed familiar, her innocent gaze reminding me of someone I held dear. I couldn't help but approach her. "Hello there, little one," I said gently, a mixture of awe and confusion coloring my voice. "Are you lost?"
The baby giggled, her tiny fingers reaching out toward me. I couldn't resist but picked her up, cradling her in my arms. It was then that I noticed a locket around her neck, a delicate pendant that bore an uncanny resemblance to one Manvi used to wear.