The Lost Morning

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It’s a beautiful, cloudy morning. It’s only 5:45 a.m., and we’re already on our way to coaching class.

We laugh at our stupid jokes, trying to catch up with each other’s cycles. This is my favourite time of the day—a quiet road, soft air, and my best friend, Noor, beside me.

We play silly games like kids. Noor warns me to slow down, but as always, I lose my balance and fall onto the road.

“Kanak!” Noor shouts behind me.

And I wake up.

I look around my room. It was a dream. Again, that dream. I never thought all of this would one day become just a dream, a beautiful morning dream that will never come true.

Also read this: The Lost Treasure

14 responses to “The Lost Morning”

  1. you made me go down to the beautiful memory lane of my childhood👌
    though I couldn’t learn how to ride a cycle…😔 Still that’s my happy place…❤️

    1. Haha wo purane din 😄😄 well I am glad you like it 🙂

  2. Beautifully expressed! Feel so glad to read again your post. Do keep posting!!🙂❤

      1. You are most welcome. Wish you a very happy, safe and prosperous New Year🙂❤💖

  3. Well written. You wrote a whole story in just a paragraph. Beautiful!❤️

    1. It’s called atomic level story 😁 well thank you 🙂

  4. Thanks. Looks like you got a good hold on it.😅

  5. Succinct and beautiful post… Liked it. 🙂

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