Danish, after parking his car, wandered through the alley among the graveyard lines with a bouquet of red rose in his hand, his Star's favourite flower; his eyes behind the sunglasses set forward to the gravestone with his friend's name on it.
Before his friend's grave, he squatted, putting the flowers on top of it and with his thumb, he rubbed her name while murmuring his yearning for her.
"Hi…it's me. Do you miss me? I miss you so much. I know it's been a long time since the last time I visited you. And today I bring you, your favourite flowers. Do you remember you once told me that you wanted to have a house with a big park in the backyard?" Danish did the talking as though Star was right in front of him, listening to his mumbles.
