The Gentle Breeze

As the dusk set in, the blue sky turned into a dark night. Yelnik always feared to face the dark. But tonight it was different. She held a cup of warm coffee in her hand as she gazed into the lovely night sky filled with twinkling stars. She wished if she could be one among the shining stars. She wished if Mr Moon could lend down the iron ladder and let her climb the ladder to discover the hidden secrets of Mr Moon. Thoughts kept pondering her mind. All of a sudden, a gush of wind blew through her silky blonde hair. She felt as if the breeze carried a message. There was a knock on the door. “Yelnik, are you not joining us for dinner?” exclaimed Kuencho. Yelnik was so carried away by her thoughts that she didn’t even get a word of what Kuencho said. The clock ticked away. Yelnik stood still standing in her balcony sipping the warm cup of coffee. She stirred a little from the cold gentle breeze. Holding the cup in her right hand, she looked at her left palm. Then she glanced back into the deep sky and said, “Oh God! What is the message that you want to convey me. What am I destined to be?” there came no answer. She could only sense the whisper of the winds and the fluttering leaves. She didn’t realize how fast time swept by. It was almost quarter to midnight by the time she finished the last sip of her cold coffee. She got back inside her room. Her roommate was snoring peacefully. Yelnik placed the cup on her study table. Quietly she snug herself into her bed. She pulled the warm quilt over her face and fell asleep.

A soft breeze crept into the room through the open glass window. The scent that the wind carried seemed to remind her of someone. Someone close to her heart. The wind seemed to whisper into her ears to go outside. “Someone’s waiting for you,” the voice echoed in her ear drum. Yelnik slowly climbed down her bed. With gentle footsteps, she moved towards the door. The next moment she was out in the backyard garden. Her deep hazel eyes gazed around but could not find no one. She felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She turned around and was about to scream only to realize who he was. You said, “I came to wish you a Happy Valentine.” Yelnik was out of words. She only managed to flash a loving smile towards You.

“Hey! Get up. You’re getting late for your class.” Kuencho was screaming at her. Yelnik rose up and said, “You didn’t even give me a chance to thank him.”

That’s the end of the story. I know every time the wind blows, it carries a message saying that you’ll always be by my side. I have trust in you that you will love me forever.

Auckland, New Zealand