The Indus, Northern Arvayarta
The gentle wind. The calm and white clouds. The silent surroundings. All added to the stillness Charmeine has ever loved since living in the Indus. Her heart is full of joy, excitement, and at the end of the day, enthusiastically in love with Anwir.
That very morning, when Anwir is still sleeping soundly in her bed, she woke up first and decided to go out and walk alone within the premises of her house. The morning breeze greeted her. The bright sun kisses her cheeks. And the clouds embraces her with a smile that formed in her lips.
“What a beautiful day to play my harp. I'm going to Harmonica,” she said after stretching out her hands in the air, inhaling deeply, and exhaling.
“Strings of love,
Melody of my soul,
My harp, my love,
appear with me, Harmo
