The morning in that city were also slow. As if everything thought before speaking, Even the wind blowing on the streets passed by suppressing its voice,and the house seemed to hide some old secret.people spoke less here,but felt more.
Aarav had come here looking for this very silence.
As soon as he got down at the city's station, he felt as if someone had covered his ears with their hands. He had never felt such deep peace before. This city was not filled with noise,but with memories.
Right there,in the middle of the city,in front of an old library. Aarav used to stand every evening. A book would be in her hands,but her eyes would be fixed on the road - as if waiting for someone, or for a memory.
Anaya spoke little but when she smiled, it seemed as if the silence too wanted to melt and say something. There was a burden in her eyes - a burden that not only time, but love too could lighten.
The meeting of Aarav and Anaya was not a coincidence.
When Aarav stopped at the library door, and Anaya's book fell to the floor, silence held its breath for the first time. Aarav picked up the book.their fingers touched for a moment.
In that one moment, the city began to write a new secret.
Anaya looked up, Aarav wanted to say something, but word did not come. only a faint smile, and an incomplete feeling remained between the two.
A bell rang somewhere far away.
And in that city, where silence used to live, love took its first quiet steps.