"There will come a time," I said, "when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this" – I gestured encompassingly – "will have been for naught. May be that time is coming soon and may be it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of today's sun, I am well aware we shan't survive forever!"

From The Fault In Our Stars.

By, John Green.

"...don't speak like that, the good thing is that at least we had love, a love that many people were only reading in books…" she cried.

THE FIRST INCIDENT.

"I know one day, one time we shall somehow, somewhere meet again and till then I ought to wait." "Time tells all, but why!" he said silently to his heart..."If only!!.." He added. That evening Hayley stood with his both hands in the pockets looking at a place where the sun tends to kiss the lands of milk and honey.

The sun was low given that it was about five in the evening and this balcony reminded him of a lot of things. His mind was boiling with questions. Questions that could not be answered within a single day, in that he had actually not realised that it was getting late.

His mind was trying its best to reminisce but all in bitter - sweetness. He was supposed to be already home but he had chosen to come and have a moment of thought here at the balcony of hope, which had witnessed what had happened sometime back in March.

In a fraction of a second his thoughts had gone back. Back to the time. The time when it had all started.

Before all this began, before he had indeed become heart-broken, indeed, before he had come to this balcony today, before the term had ended, in a fraction of four months ago, as the term had started, he had been standing outside on this particular balcony in one evening of March watching the birds playing in the rays of the evening sun.

He was a boy of taste and he enjoyed watching the sunset. He had actually made it part of his daily obligations, to always endeavor and see the sun go to sleep.

"Good evening."

A feminine voice called from his back. It had been a girl who had greeted. She was one of these new students in school and her full demeanour questioned for direction...

He took part of the time he was supposed to respond, looking momentarily at this female creature.

"Yes please, how may I help you?"

He finally replied in a broken romantic tone.

"I am looking for some fellow student in my course unit whose domicile am not aware of... So which of these two blocks is for new students?"

Indeed Hayley looked at her with eyes that showed she was really new here...

"Nah.. All students here, whether new or old sleep in the same blocks so they are mixed up.. I don't know how under this shiny horizon a gentleman like me can help a lady like you. But then do you know the name of that person? You never know we can use that?"

She then replied "I also don't know the name well, but never mind its not a big issue..."

She then dissolved into the congestion between the two blocks as students were moving up and down searching for this and that some with flacks full with evening tea others with cups.

"But...!" He faintly called her to keep her still but she had already disappeared.

They had not exchanged names or any contacts and Hayley gapped in wonder. He had indeed admired the feminine tissue God once created and had put in front of him that evening.

He could not figure out who she was, her name, her grade, and any other clue. He just hoped to meet her again.

Thus the thing had began. Had he perceived this meeting's gist he might have asked why the mysterious girl had chosen to ask him. Why he was doomed to see such a beautiful daughter of the Sun. God had answered this young man's daily prayer of meeting the right person one day, henceforth Nature had said See to this poor soul. Fate had replied Here to his daily question of Where...?? Where the right person for him is found!!!

THE SECOND INCIDENT.

Hayley couldn't stop thinking about his latest encounter with the mysterious girl. His mind continuously played back every word she had said and every little movement she had done. How actually she appeared in front of him and indeed his decision was verbal, "I must look for her." "And then do what?" His brain questioned his thoughts. "And tell her how I feel." He decided.

That evening he could not for any minute listen to the teacher's explanations in class. He spent half of the whole lesson time thinking about this girl and the other half drawing what he had been thinking about. He constantly comforted himself with wild dreams, dreams that indeed she is meant for him.

"Are you thinking about a girl?" A voice sounded in his ears. It had been one of his classmates who by his actions and words looked and sounded like he was trying to wake up someone dissolved in thoughts and indeed it was true. The lesson had been ended and at most the class was getting empty as it was time for sleeping but Hayley had not noticed it. He was still in class busy thinking like an army officer making a strategy for war.

"I am not thinking about girls," he finally replied standing up trying to collect his books from the desk and indeed he had not written any work apart from his drawings that had filled up the margin. He went to his cubicle and threw his weight onto his bed. Not withstanding the disorganization in his locker, his bed too was a tale that it had faced bad days.

"Hey you, are you sleepy today, what makes you sleep this early?" A cubicle mate asked laughing with the others.

"Can you imagine Nicholai is the one who has woken me up from my thoughts in class. I bet if in any way I was in the lesson."

This catalysed another rouse of laughter that swept the whole cubicle. Hayley felt ashamed by this since it had been turned into a joke by his friends. He decided to push the clothes that scattered on his bed onto the wall so that he gets where to lay his body in pursuit for sleep. Within the next few minutes Hayley and his woollen blanket had been one. He then fell fast asleep.

The next morning was very cold beyond thermometric readings. Hayley had to go for breakfast but given the weather he dared that only the "poor - fools" could go for that cup of tea.

He finally woke up from bed amidst the body's disapproval. He collected the various remaining pieces and finally put himself in order. He was a boy of taste. He combed his hair and paid much attention to his looks. He noticed a premature pimple on his nose and without any question of what it was doing there, it was obvious, he pressed it between two fingers and then cleared it away.

With the view that everything was fine, he sprayed himself and matched out in a manner that left many yearning to pass by him for just one more minute.

As he walked through the corridor leading to the various classes, by chance he sees the girl once more. He stared at her for the fist two minutes, he exclaimed to himself that there had never been such a beautiful daughter of God.

He decided to approach her once again, this time round with an aim not to let her go without telling her his mind. He cleared his throat for effect so as to capture attention. The former turned to be sure of who had made that sound. She looked more beautiful than yesterday and this actually made Hayley find it difficult to address his point.

"Did you find the person you were looking for?" "Oh! Yeah I did, I found him and I now know his domicile."

"Oh that's great news but I didn't get your name yesterday and I hope you can give it to me if you....." Hayley couldn't help blushing in that he didn't complete his last statement.

"If what...?" She asked for the end point of his statement. "Oh! If you don't mind."

"Ok I am Pomir." She answered.

"That is a beautiful name. For me I am..."

He had started introducing himself then Pomir silenced him urging him not to tell him his name. He asked for the reason.

"...because I know you already." she continued.

"But how?" Hayley inquired.

"I must be in a lecture and I am late." she dodged his question as she hurried off to her lecture room. "Wait..." he called but she had gone once more.

This left him more perplexed and in a romantic suspense that indeed made him yearn for more of the girl. On the flipside he felt great relief and indeed his lower lip joined the upper one and they produced one word, Pomir, her name.

Was this some sort of A Baader Meinhof phenomenon? Where after learning the name of your crush, you often see it everywhere?

Hence it is as it should be. An immeasurable romantic chasm was to control our hero's personality thereafter from that previous self and newly born who stepped out from his domicile to come and try his chances with Pomir.

THE THIRD INCIDENT.

That evening while Hayley was having his supper, he stood up from his seat and picked up his bottle from the table and went to collect some drinking water from the tank that stood next to the exit door.

Among the people who had come to fetch water was Pomir. She was dressed in a white designer blouse tucked into a black skirt. The necklace that rounded her neck created a beautiful boundary of a young girl. She pushed her bottle to the tap at the same time Hayley too was also pushing his. The two bottles hit themselves and some water got poured onto the feet of Pomir.

"Am so so sorry!" Hayley begged as he picked his handkerchief from his pockets and bent to clean off the water from her feet. She quickly tried picking him up because she didn't want to cause a scene. Hayley, his right knee still on the floor, looked at her and realised it was Pomir. The pause of the scene made everyone in the dining hall to look at them in wonder.

Hayley stood up and immediately Pomir got out heading to the dormitory. He quickly followed in a manner to ask for a sorry, he even forgot that he had left his plate and bottle in the dinning hall. She stood outside as Hayley stood a one arm distance from her back. He said in a slow but low tone,

"I am sorry." Without turning to look at him, she also asked, "for what?" Hayley decided to refresh his apology once again and before he said anything else she told him there is nothing to apologize for.

"But the water..." He tried to explain the intention in his apology. She turned and looked at him with her romantic eyes while biting her lower lip and she said,

"I hate it when you apologize." The two moved on slowly.

"I am in Grade Five," she broke the silence, "I know you might have wanted to know. I really don't know how I will manage it but I will try." "The bad thing we do different courses." he said "I know." She added.

"I love playing the piano but I don't know how I can access the one for the school." she said.

"So you are talented like that? That's a wonderful talent." he added. They had reached the domiciles and she bid him fare well promising to meet again some other time. Indeed she entered her domicile. Hayley moved to his hostel too.

The next morning was a Sunday and after mass, Hayley stood in front of the Girls' hostel and sent for Pomir. He took her by the hand to the Campus entertainment room. He had asked for some few minutes so as to access the piano. She was very happy and she hugged and thanked him for remembering that minor detail.

She started playing slow music while Hayley stood in front watching her play. She would actually close her eyes at a time when she indeed felt the song. She started blushing and this made her stop a bit.

"You are looking at me and it is making me feel shy." Hayley decided to look the other side but still his eyes had not yet been satisfied with what they had seen earlier. He then looked at her once more. She too was looking at him.

"I have caught you now, it is you who has been looking at me." he said while laughing off the issue.

This seemed to have been turned into a game. A game of who is looking at who. She blushed as she continued playing the lovely music from the piano.

After she had been done, he decided to lead her back to her dormitory.

"What do you really admire in life?" Hayley asked her.

"Me... Mmmmh I like eating chapattis and yoghurt, yeah that's it." Ooh that's wonderful he responded. "For me I like milk and cakes," he supplemented.

She then whispered to his right ear, "For you, you are fancy." "How?" Hayley asked but she had already escaped his question and she was already in her hostel.

In the evening Hayley decided to go to the canteen and buy her what she said she relishes. It was not her request but Hayley decided to surprise her. He packed everything in a brown paper bag and went to the girls' wing and as usual Pomir was called out by one of her friends.

"What is between you and the other dude in Grade Six?" Melanie asked Pomir. Melanie and Pomir were very close friends and it was alleged that they were relatives since even their parents were friends. They did similar courses at school and indeed they were like sisters.

"Which one? I don't know what you are even talking about." She responded in a way that pinned her a liar.

"So you are a liar nowadays. But even if you deny just look outside through the window you will know what I am meaning."

Pomir dashed to the window and saw this young boy waiting for him. "And he sent for you if you didn't know." Melanie informed her.

Pomir rushed out in a happy mood as if to meet a loved one. Melanie just shook her head as she shouted to Pomir as she was running out to meet Hayley, "love in the air and just know we are watching you."

"I have brought you this." he said. "What's it?" she asked. He handed over the paper bag to her and in it she saw yoghurt and chapattis. She was very happy and because of the happiness she added, "You are my sunshine, you brighten during my day."

She paused and said to him, "should I ask you one thing Hayley?"

"Anything, you can ask I will do."

"In everything you do please, don't fall in love with me!" Hayley didn't respond.

"But anyway thanks a lot." she then begged to go to the dormitory.

For since everything has a start. Hayley decided to blindfold himself and take on the direction which Pomir had dared him not to take, the direction of love. He could not fail his heart on this. For since love has a start but with no clear end point.

"Love is always patient and kind, it is never rude or jealousy it does not relish deceit but it delights with the truth. Love always waits, always gives chance and it always forgives, it is a route I am destined to take with you Pomir," he said to himself while remembering the verse from first Corinthians thirteen.

THE FORTH INCIDENT.

The next day being a Monday. A fine Monday morning perhaps. The skies were very clear as a result of last night's heavy downpour. Only some feathery ringlets of remnant clouds that looked like carefully trimmed cotton lint hung loosely in the centre of the sky. The rest of the clouds just sailed leisurely, eastwards to the distant horizon as if they had already lost hope of regrouping themselves for another great downpour. The dew had slowly descended onto the ground and the grass, light now, danced and swayed slowly as the mild winds blew it.

Amidst the blurred environment, Pomir walked carefully through it. She was going for her lectures. She was a Grade Five student, specifically in the course of Scientific Studies.

That day she herself was not present in the lecture. Pomir was less concentrated in class of course her minds were thinking about the kindness, care and love of Hayley. He had done something that many boys in the campus had failed to do. She constantly remembered how Hayley had considered her needs. Essentially, what Hayley had done was very small an act but meant a lot.

This is what made her lose concentration in the lesson and in the long run, given the cold weather at the time, she fell asleep.

Her current exposure to Hayley had not passed unnoticed by most of her fellow students. This time round her neighbour at the back got a piece of chalk and wrote Hayley's name on her back.

Hayley was passing by to continue to his lecture room. He thought it mathematical to use the veranda so that it didn't take him a lot of time using the longer route.

By pure chance and coincidence, his shoe laces become loose in front of Pomir's lecture room at a time when the latter had been sleeping.

He bent to tighten the laces and he saw the marks that lay at the back of Pomir. This made him optimistic that Pomir was in love with him. He resolved to tell her the truth. The truth that he loved her too.

This scene gave him confidence that indeed he ought to tell her. He was far away from knowing that the marks did not lay on the back of Pomir out of free will.

Her neighbours then woke her up to remind her that she was in a lesson. Unable to realise what had been written at her back, the whole class began to laugh at her. The laughter went on as planned, it began from the small pockets around her, then it dissolved into the rest of the class. Upon realisation, she quickly removed her sweater and kept silent up to the end of the lecture.

After the lectures at four o'clock in the evening. Hayley approached his friend, Nicholai with one request.

"What is it that you want me to do for you?"

"Go, to the girls' wing and ask Pomir to meet me at the balcony of Hope."

This was the balcony that was on the laboratories but the nomenclature had been by one of the brightest student who was about to fail his test but then stood at that balcony and it gave him hope to go and prepare for the test and indeed he excelled, thus the name. Hayley had predicted that their would not be any students since it was after classes.

"So all along you have been in love with her?" Nicholai asked. "Just do what I have asked, please." Hayley then dashed off. He sneaked into one of the flower gardens of the lecturers that had their residences at the campus premises. He plucked a rose that looked to have been freshly watered a few minutes before his coming.

The deep red clouds of the setting sun revealed a radiant beauty of luminous streaks that brightened up every horizon. That evening Hayley walked towards the balcony with a confident smile which appeared to spread all over his face.

This fine March evening, just before sunset, when yellow lights struggled with blue shades in hair like lines, and the atmosphere itself formed a prospect without aid from more solid objects, except the innumerable winged insects that danced in it. Through this low lit mistiness, Pomir walked leisurely along.

She walked towards the block and climbed the staircases with care. She didn't want to fall due to the tightness of her dress. It was white in colour and some red flowery dots could be spotted by someone very close. At a distance, they only seemed like mere dots.

Hayley spotted a place he had taken to be perfect for the scene. He had noticed steps of someone coming closer slowly by slowly albeit this didn't force him to turn his back to check, it was very obvious it was Pomir.

She stood some distance from him so as her question would be felt. She coughed a bit so that Hayley could recognize her physical presence. She finally asked. "Why did you call me here?" "I am glad you came, I just want to give you this flower and to tell you how precious you are to me. I love you Pomir." He had been very laconic in his revelation.

He then brought out his rose that he had hidden at his back and presented it to her. At first she refused the gift turning aside trying to dodge his fancy looks. She asked him one thing.

"I told you that in whatever you do, don't ever try to fall in love with me, didn't I?"

"I couldn't manage the only thing you asked but please don't blame me, blame my heart." Pomir attempted to leave.

"And I am well aware that you also love me like I do." Hayley continued to speak but Pomir continued to walk away. "First wait, before you go." He asked.

"Turn and look at that sun. It comes from the east and it is now in the west. Look at it once more." Pomir did as requested.

"Don't you see that it is in agreement with our love. Yesterday, my dear Pomir, I talked to the moon it told me about the sun and I told it about you."

"Pomir, if loving you is my medicine, then why don't you let me take my dosage?"

Hayley walked towards her and hugged her from her back. His hands were with hers, finger to finger. He then blew a warm soft air at the back of her neck. She indeed felt this tickling her heart.

She closed her eyes and she indeed felt their hearts meet.

The evening sun painted a good image of the two and an observer would remember the Titanic story when Jack and Rose stood at the front of the ship embracing love together. Hayley then used this opportunity to place the rose in between Pomir's ear and her head. Given her attire she indeed looked more than beauty itself.

After a ten minute experience she slowly untied herself from him. "I can't do it," she finally said to him. This time round she decided to walk faster.

"Pomir," he called, albeit she didn't stop. "You are the moon my nights have been waiting for." He cried.

"My love can stand the test of time, please, Pomir I love you."

Pomir just continued walking hurriedly and in few minutes she was away.

He lamented to himself, "I guess I am still holding onto something that I know will probably never happen, because deep down inside me, I still have this little piece of hope that someday, it will."

Any one could notice her smiles and the way she blushed as she went away, she kept on passing a finger around her neck and would feel Hayley's presence. She was also in love and this experience had turned her into a romantic dove flying in the direction of the moon.

If Hayley had been artful, had he made a scene, fainted, wept hysterically, in that lonely lane, she would probably not have continued to walk away. If only he had attempted to jump from the balcony, had he attempted suicide, you never know Pomir would have waited and then knew the gravity of the matter. But still given the ten minute experience, both of them were yearning for more. For Hayley, he had been left with only the fragrance but he could not figure out why she had such an attitude.

THE FIFTH INCIDENT.

The following day as Hayley was walking through the corridor on their classroom block, he sighted Pomir at a distance and decided to reduce his speed. There is nothing he cared about and gave attention apart from Pomir.

She had not noticed him hence she moved in a zigzag and random manner. Her minds had been preoccupied by a series of things. Things that indeed made her forget that she shared the route with other people.

She by accident knocked her head on one of the windows of the lecture room. The sharp corner hit her just above her left eye. "Ouch!! it hurts," she cried.

She leaned on the wall so as to attend to her face. At this point none of the passing students seemed to care, the ones who seemed to care would come close and exclaim in deep shock and then move on leaving her with a variety of sorries and handfuls of pities, actually some would ask her in contempt, "does it really hurt?"

Among the few who cared was Hayley, he touched her fingers and said to her, everything will be fine. Her mood then changed and turned angry upon sight of Hayley. She stood up and pretended she was fine.

"I don't need your empty help." Hayley knew she was just faced with a clash of feelings and the accident would make her get a swelling.

"I don't think it is in your wishes to see a swelling in your face." Hayley said as he showed signs of also going away. For sometime she stood transfixed and petrified. She then turned and hurried back this time round walking after Hayley.

"So Sir, don't tell me you are heartless to leave me in this condition."

"Never in my life would I be happy to see you in that condition." He placed her on a bench and began to be the doctor at hand. He started by blowing some smooth air as he used his right thumb to nurse the affected part. He did it softly that it became lovely to continue and continue up to the end.

After everything was done and she was starting to feel a little bit better than before, she asked, "what did you think you were doing yesterday evening? Were you trying to seduce me?"

Hayley responded with a request, "give me your right palm and then after you look into my eyes." He passed a finger into her palm so randomly, smoothly and softly that Pomir could not help blushing. He then said to her,

"Nicholas Sparks once wrote in his book and said, love is like a wind, you can't see it, but you can feel it. And indeed it is true." He stood up going passed Pomir by some few steps.

"Come here and take a look at this," he called her.

"Do you see those two birds there on the wire?"

"Yes, I see them." Pomir responded.

"How does the other bird know that this other one loves it? Birds can't speak but for me I can and what hurts is you pretending not to hear what am saying."

Pomir looked confused and pretended by saying, "what is it that I didn't hear?"

"...That I love you, Pomir." She then turned the other side and touched her chest, she was breathing heavily as if to suggest she had been shocked.

Hayley then walked towards her and placed his hands on her chicks, she really looked innocent and pure.

"Look at me, Pomir," he begged.

"Your love, Pomir, is like a seed, no matter how hard you try to hide it, still it finds a way to the surface." He said

He then said, "In life we do most of the things we do basing on two body parts, the first thought you get about something before you do anything else, is pushed by your heart, then when you change your opinion about that very topic, is when you have used your head. And in all, you ought to follow your heart."

She dropped tears from her eyes because this seemed a dilemma. A puzzle that could be hard for her to solve.

She finally questioned him, "but why do you like me?"

Hayley responded in a whisper, "I don't like you, my dear."

She then looked confused and continued, "am I pretty?"

He responded, "no, you are not."

She then wondered why he had been so obsessed with her for that long. She asked him again if he would cry if anything bad happened to her, Hayley still maintained his answer as no. She finally asked whether Hayley wanted to be with her forever, Hayley still replied no.

With tears dropping from her eyes, Pomir had been so disappointed and according to her, she had heard enough and she decided to leave.

As she walked away, Hayley grabbed her hand, he knelt on one knee and said, "I don't like you, I love you, you are not pretty, you are beautiful, I would not cry if anything bad happened to you, I would die, I don't just want to be with you forever, I need to be with you, it's not a mere want, it's a necessity of life. You have asked me why I love you, and my response is that I got no reason for loving you, if I really have a reason, what of that day when that reason ceases to live, do you mean I would leave you, no, if I really love you, then why on earth would I have a reason. I also found myself falling in love with you, Pomir, the most beautiful girl under the sun, so if I may ask, do you love me too like I do?

"Pomir, you are my Royal Milk." He added

Pomir was very excited upon realisation of this, she had placed her fingers on her lips in wonder. She removed him from the floor where he had been kneeling and told him only two words, she was very laconic in her statement, "I don't."

"But why?" he asked. "I don't love you like you do, I love you more than what the moon can think of the sun." She replied.

She then hugged him warmly that indeed each could feel the other's heart pumping rthymically in agreement.

Thus Nature had let Hayley and Pomir be as one in love. Fate had intercepted to let the two be. It was as if it had been already prophesised that they were destined to be together. Life had been very kind to him. If luck had been a person, then it would be Hayley, he indeed had used the blessings given to him at birth.

Will the kiss break the spell? Will their love stand the test of time?

But as nature would doom it, life is like a circle, it is not complete until the beginning point meets the ending point, so that it is referred to as life. So indeed the cycle was to haunt our hero's happiness thereafter.

THE SIXTH INCIDENT.

Two days after their encounter, Hayley didn't meet Pomir, because she didn't feel well. She had had headache and fever but it was minimal and some how relaxed by the pain killers.

Hayley went back to the balcony that evening. It was on this balcony of hope where he would leave all his pains and thoughts about the different issues.

He stood on the balcony watching the beautiful sunset and the birds that enjoyed their flight. He spent most of his leisure time watching the sun. He was a boy of taste, he relished the beautiful scenery and indeed he climbed this balcony each and every evening.

Pomir knew exactly without doubt where to find Hayley, she went to the block and climbed the stairs one by one. She saw him standing on the balcony.

She moved slowly, calmly and unnoticed. She finally came closer and stood besides him and asked,

"What is it that you always do this side?"

Hayley looked at her and then in response, he asked her to come closer. She then stood in front of him both watching the scene. He hugged her from the back and put his head on her neck and said,

"I used to come to this balcony so that I ask God one thing, and that is a miracle, I yearned for a miracle in my life and now I stand here to thank God for giving me my miracle which is you."

"And indeed, finding you gave me no reason to be angry with God, because God had given me what I always asked him for." He added.

She then turned and kissed him softly on his pink lips. He then lifted her left hand into the air, put his right hand on her waist and kissed her softly and gently. Her whole body felt the kiss and she even lifted her left leg a bit higher. This exposed a part of her brown thigh.

With the warm sun rays hitting the spot, she really looked more beautiful than the other day. When they stopped, Pomir seemed to want more, her looks could report it.

He then said to her, "kissing is like licking honey, the more you lick, is the more you want." They then kissed each other once more.

She removed the jumper she was having on her body and put it on his shoulder. She then said,

"This will always keep you warm whenever you feel cold. You will always remember me when am away through this."

He replied trying to give the jumper back, "But you need it, it's like your life in the cold."

"And you are my life, not the jumper." she intercepted.

That afternoon, after lunch, Pomir wasn't feeling well she actually felt a headache that kept piercing every part of her head. She could even hear a sharp piercing sound coming from the inside of her head and this was now accompanied by a fever that made her hot like a flat iron connected to power.

She had taken this as mere conditions affecting learners, and so she continuously picked headache pills from the dispensary for close to two weeks now. This time round she felt very weak in that when she rested on her bed during the lunch break, she just dozed off.

Her roommate Melanie came to check her up so that she goes for the afternoon lecture. She found her extremely hot, actually she had been sweating. This scared her, she tried waking her up but she had been very tired.

She decided to guide her slowly by slowly to the dispensary because her case was beyond headache and fever.

Pomir was admitted to one of the beds because she was unconscious at that time.

The doctor took some blood samples from her and he continued with the other check ups and studies. The doctor requested Melanie to go and pick Pomir's essential property from the dormitory. On getting out, she met Hayley whose ears had just heard of the current situation of Pomir.

"Thanks to God you have come, but just know she is unconscious." Melanie told him. He then jumbled his words to make a sentence but out of pain.

"Is she...Fff...iii...nee. Is she fine, will she be ok?"

Melanie couldn't just predict her friend's future situation. Hayley then grabbed the doctor who had finished his studies.

"Doctor, how is she?" The doctor just responded that her condition depended on the tests he had taken, the test results were to be got the next morning.

"As per now she is unconscious, just pick her essential property from the dormitory and bring it by six o'clock, today evening."

The next morning, Hayley hurried to dispensary to know Pomir's condition. The doctor arrived a few minutes after Hayley and Melanie had arrived.

The doctor held a clipboard with some two papers on it. Pomir had been awake but very ill. He greeted them and told them the test results had been out.

They looked at him with impatience. He too had to first gain some strength before he revealed his findings.

He pushed his right hand into one of the pockets of his lab coat and got his spectacles. He put them on and pulled them a bit lower to the nose.

Then he flipped the pages on the clip board so as to be sure that every detail had been included, from a much lower angle of view, you could only see two, but when he flipped, you could realise there were more.

He coughed a little bit and then began to speak.....

THE SEVENTH INCIDENT.

Pomir had caught a disease. A disease that indeed was to claim her life as the doctor explained to the three.

"She has malaria and it seems it has spread all over and it has taken some time. It is very had for us to cure it since it is too late. She has spent two weeks with it but we are doing our best to see to it that we save her life."

The three looked as if thunderstruck, petrified and transfixed in varied attitudes of wonder, horror and stupefaction. The doctor had indeed pronounced what many referred to as the inevitable shock. In summation, the little girl was remaining with less than a week to pass on.

After his revelation, the doctor moved out and the three were in tears. Hayley couldn't believe what had just happened. He said to Pomir,

"Malaria can be treated, the doctor is just being false in his statements."

"But you have also heard, it has taken weeks, who wouldn't want to live, but there is nothing to save," she replied.

Melanie couldn't stand the pain and decided to run away crying. Pomir had been her closest friend at school and couldn't withstand the pain, the pain of seeing her crying.

That evening, Hayley slopped to the dispensary with a paper bag, he had bought chapattis and yoghurt for her. These are things that indeed Pomir once told him she loves to eat. A loving Hayley had bought them for her.

Even the birds could feel his pain, the pain he was passing through.

Pomir was very excited when he brought the eats. She couldn't laugh or even expose her happiness because the disease was eating her up slowly by slowly.

He then said, "I can't imagine God has been against our love."

He couldn't help crying but tried as much as possible to stop the tears from rolling down since it would make Pomir lose hope.

She then replied, "don't speak like that, the good thing is that at least we had love, a love that many people were only reading in books." she cried.

"At least we lived a life that was a proverb to others." She added.

"Do you know what?" she asked.

"I don't know. What do you want to tell me, dear one." He asked in response.

"Do you remember how we first met?" she inquired.

"I can't forget," he responded.

"Actually that day I told you I was looking for someone but the truth is that I wasn't looking for anyone, I just wanted to pick a reason to speak to you because I had already fallen for you in the start before even meeting each other." she said all this with a loving face, her lips indeed could tell that they were pronouncing lovely words. They both cried.

"The good thing is that I am right here." He said this as he kissed her on her fore head. "I wish I had known you before." He added.

"Hayley," she called him in a somehow lower tone. "Yes, my dear," he responded.

She couldn't speak well but forced herself to be heard in what she was going to say,

"Hayley, I know you love me very much and me too I love you as well, but listen, remember I had urged you not to fall in love with me in the beginning not because I didn't love you but because deep down my heart I had a feeling that someday I would leave you and break your heart, I don't want to be the most loved, I just want to be that person whose name when heard amidst your sorrows, you just smile and say I really miss that person. Hayley I want to teach you one thing, that in life, when a situation comes whether good or bad, you just need to accept it and move on. I don't want my passing on to be the end of optimism for you my dear. The fact that your child drowned in water does not mean you stop taking water! I want you to continue with life, when the right time comes you will get someone who is better than me, love her, make a family and only that my dear, only that will make me rest in peace. Hayley, I can feel your pain, I can understand your sorrow, but, my dear, always as you stand to watch the evening sun, my dear, always remember that we are not broken but bent."

Hayley hugged her as they both indeed felt each other's pain.

There was a knock at the door, some students had carried the piano from the entertainment room to the dispensary on the request of Hayley.

"I want to show you something," he said.

He started playing the piano slowly by slowly and the music the keys played was that song, the song Pomir had played for him in the start.

Hayley wasn't talented in music but he had requested the trainer at school to teach him only that song and indeed it had happened. The song was one where a girl was disillusioned upon losing her lover. This just made Pomir cry in joy. She could not imagine that once in her life, a boy could make her happy like Hayley had done.

If only God could hear their cries, if only He could hear the sound from the piano. If only her illness could feel the two hearts pumping amid the rhythmic music. If only. You never Pomir's life could be saved. But just an infected mosquito had caused the trauma. Malaria had a cure but this little girl's life was being lost, not because there wasn't treatment, but because it was too late, too late to bring her life back.

"I always thought Shakespeare was right in Julius Ceaser, but no, my dear, he was wrong. Totally wrong." She said.

"How? How was he wrong?" Hayley asked.

"The fault, my dear, is not with us, but with our stars." She responded.

"We are all doomed. And indeed there will come a time, a time when this is all accomplished, perhaps a dark time when am dead. With no one to remember me. And all what we had said, done or written, will all perish with no human being left to read it or even remember us. That may not be today, or tomorrow but it will come. I may survive the downfall of today's sun, but I am well aware, I shan't survive forever." She added.

"But for me, I will always remember you." Hayley assured her.

"Yes, you might remember me, fine, but, you will remember me because I will have broken your heart." She intercepted.

"And it will be my pleasure, to have my heart broken by you Pomir." He added.

A few days later, Pomir passed on with her unending faith, love and happiness. This became Hayley's night mare for the rest of his life.

Perhaps the heavens needed an angel from earth.

Was this the meaning true love? Where you have to let go the one you love, so that if she is indeed yours she would come back some day?

Was the juice really worth the squeeze?

This made our hero disillusioned thereafter. His only hope was that some day, some hour, some minute, Pomir would come back to him so that their hearts fitted once more. If only...

THE EIGHTH INCIDENT.

This is what Hayley has been pondering about all along from the time he had met Pomir to the time he had lost her. For none lovers, two months were too many but for Hayley, two months were too little a time. The inevitable shock of losing Pomir, one who had showed him the true meaning of happiness and love.

His heart had chosen Pomir, his body had felt Pomir, his eyes had seen Pomir, but all this became a memory, a memory worth review.

His prayer was that if only God could open the gates of heaven, even if only for a minute, so that he could see Pomir again, so that he could speak to her once more.

This is the time indeed when Hayley thought of praying to God to create the button for rewinding events so that if it was possible, our pretty girl could then sleep in a mosquito net and so she wouldn't be able to catch malaria. May be her prettiness attracted the mosquito because no one else was infected in that dormitory apart from her, its as if she was destined to die. Where was her guardian angel that day?

He picked his handkerchief from the pocket and cleaned his face, his eyes had released some streams of tears and the dry marks could be seen on his face.

He asked himself the same question, "but why do bad things happen to good people?" He kept on questioning God's sense of justice.

He looked at the horizon and remembered Pomir's words, "...my dear, as you watch the evening sun, my dear, always remember that we are not broken but bent."

He looked on his left hand and peeped to check the time on his watch. Indeed it was getting late.

It was about two minutes passed seven o'clock. He put himself in order and got his bag from the corner near the balcony and started moving slowly.

The term had ended. It was time to go back home. He reached outside the block and looked at the balcony once more. On the electric wires that crossed in front of the block, he saw a bird calmly seated. When he was still with Pomir, the birds would be there, two of them but this time round, it was alone.

He picked a red jumper with yellow flowery designs on it from the bag and put it on, the jumper which indeed Pomir had given to him, the only thing he was left with to remind him of Pomir. He didn't have a photograph or clear image of Pomir drawn on paper or anywhere but only a jumper, just a jumper. He then walked gently as he dissolved in the dissolving evening rays of the sun.

Thus in the end, the thing was as it was to be. Our hero's first love was not as pure as he had imagined it to be. His happiness could not have lasted longer. He had always thought of a time, he had always looked on to a time, indeed he had planned a time, a time when he would age with Pomir. He would imagine playing with her in the beach sand, watching the stars together, playing in the snow, hugging her in the rain, but all this didn't hit the reality line, all this remained a shadow to his past.

With Mr. Elian Sir as his pen name, the writer decides to illustrate how love truly exists in its purest form. He expands it and later destroys it through the life of a young boy, Hayley who pursues his first love from Pomir.

As one would note, Elian Sir seems to denote that fate can engineer one's life from day one to the last. He portrays his novella through incidents which perhaps are symbolic of major twists and notable turns as you might note as a reader.