The Fragrance of Love in the Evening Breeze:
The sun had set completely, and the moon was slowly rising across the sky, spreading its silver fingers of light. Moonlight shimmered on the waves as if someone had mixed silver dust into the water. Far above, a few stars had begun to twinkle…
Ramish was carrying Richer on his back as they walked slowly along the damp sand, wrapped in the soft, magical glow of the night.
Richer spoke gently,
"Ramish… I want to thank you."
Ramish looked surprised.
"For what?"
Richer lowered his voice.
"For that day on the set… when you saved me from falling. If you hadn't caught me, maybe today I wouldn't be a famous actor. During the shooting from the height I jumped… surviving without injury was almost impossible. Maybe I would have been so hurt that day that I wouldn't have been able to shoot again."
Ramish smiled softly.
"My prayer is that nothing ever harms you. May God bless you with a long life. And No Need for say thank you? Whatever powers I had that day, I simply used them to save you.
I only want you to stay happy… healthy… untouched by pain or worry.
May your face always shine with joy… and your eyes never know tears."
Richer rested his head on Ramish's shoulder with tender affection.
"Thank you for caring so much for me, Ramish."
Ramish shook his head lightly.
"Richer… in love, you don't say thank you."
They reached the long wooden beach chairs again. Ramish gently lowered Richer from his back, and the two of them settled down, leaning comfortably with the cold breeze brushing past them.
Ramish opened one arm and, with a shy smile, said,
"Come here… sit with me. The air is cool, it'll calm you. Rest your head on my arm."
Richer moved closer and lay down, his head sliding from Ramish's shoulder to rest over his chest.
Ramish wrapped him in his arms—like the whole world existed only for them in that moment.
Richer whispered,
"I hope your mood is better now? You're not upset with me anymore, right?"
Ramish replied playfully,
"Maybe a little… but if you want, even that can disappear."
Richer asked warmly,
"How?"
Ramish grinned,
"If you don't build that wall of pillows between us on the bed… then all my anger will vanish."
Richer chuckled,
"We'll think about it."
Ramish quickly added,
"Think all you want—but the decision should be in my favour."
Richer stifled a laugh and gently tucked his head back down.
The moon was glowing at its fullest now.
Ramish gazed at it and said,
"Richer… look how beautiful the moon looks among the stars.
Tell me, what do you think , what is the reason for its beauty?"
Richer shrugged.
"I don't know… do you?"
Ramish spoke slowly, like a secret was unfolding in his breath.
"Its beauty comes from its love for its own light.
Because of that love, it shines… and pours its brightness over the whole world."
Then he looked up at the sky and smiled softly.
"I often talk to the moon… so much that sometimes we end up arguing.
The moon says, 'My light is more beautiful than your love.'
And I tell it:
'Moon… you've never looked closely. Look properly—
then you'll see how beautiful my moon is.'
Then I say,
'My moon shines just like you…
but still—still, he is more beautiful than you.'
Oh moon… whenever I look at my moon, I lose myself in his light."
Richer listened as if trapped under a beautiful spell.
Then, with a shy smile, he said,
"Ramish… don't you think you're praising me a little too much?"
Ramish answered softly,
"Richer, this isn't praise. It's the truth.
When I look at the moon in the sky, and then at you…
I don't find anyone more beautiful than you.
If you ever saw yourself through my eyes,
you would believe it too."
Richer blushed instantly.
He lowered his head, then turned and wrapped his arm around Ramish's waist, pulling him closer.
He pressed himself against Ramish, even resting a leg over his,
as if he wanted to express his feelings without words.
Seeing Richer hold him so tightly made Ramish's face bloom with joy—
like all his words had finally settled inside Richer's heart.
Ramish whispered,
"Richer… close your eyes for a moment.
Let yourself melt into this night, into this breeze, into the sound of the waves.
Just breathe… and feel the peace."
Both of them closed their eyes.
For a few long minutes, they lay wrapped around each other, breathing in the cool night air, lost in the silence of the sea.
Then Ramish felt a light shiver go through Richer's body.
He asked immediately,
"Richer… are you feel cold?"
Richer hesitated, smiling softly,
"No… not really…"
But Ramish had already felt his trembling.
He looked around and saw a man sitting near the beach chairs with a thick shawl beside him.
Ramish whispered, "Wait here, I'll be right back."
He walked to the man and gently asked,
"Excuse me… could I borrow that shawl for a while? Just for a bit."
The man smiled kindly and handed it over.
Richer quickly said,
"Ramish… that's someone else's shawl! You shouldn't take it without permission—"
Ramish laughed softly.
"Don't worry… I asked him first. And I'll return it soon.
Right now, your comfort matters more."
He wrapped the shawl carefully around both of them.
The night was still cold,
but Richer's warm breath…
was sinking deeper into Ramish's heart than the shawl ever could.
Ramish whispered,
"Richer… the way you're lying in my arms right now…
I can't believe my luck.
The way you hold me… the peace you give me…
I never imagined moments like this.
It feels as if the warmth of your body has melted into mine…
as if our breaths have become one."
Richer curled even closer and murmured,
"Why… why do you always speak with such depth?"
Ramish stroked his hair gently.
"Because tonight… the breeze, the sea… these whispers of the waves…
and you beside me…
everything feels so beautiful, so complete,
that nothing more is needed for love.
Look, Richer… how gorgeous this evening is.
And you're here with me…
It feels like the sky, the horizon, and even the stars are smiling at us."
Richer didn't say a word.
He simply placed his hand over Ramish's heart…
where his heartbeat was steady yet racing uncontrollably.
And in that heartbeat…
there seemed to be only one name—
Richer.
And at that moment, all that was left in the world was the two of them… and the love that flowed between them.
Beautiful poetry lines:
"I have no desire from anyone, nor any bond —
My concern is only with my own affairs.
That is from your remembrance, from your thoughts, from your memory, from your name.