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Fathima

                                                                                It’s been a long while since I opened my cupboard, where I stored my nostalgias. I found a box, a black box, just curious to know what was inside. I opened it, and yes, it was a treasure—an old rakhi. Suddenly my mind uttered, "Fathima." A cute girl with a sweet voice and a radiant smile, my junior. An unexpected visitor who walked into my life and became a piece of my heart. My thoughts wandered back to her presence, to the days of my teenage years, To the times we shared, roaming the school corridors and playing on the grounds. The care you gave me, just like only a little sister could. It was you, my sister in spirit. The love you had for music and your dreams of playing the guitar, The moments we spent immer...
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Fathima

 




                                                                           


 

It’s been a long while since I opened my cupboard, where I stored my nostalgias.

I found a box, a black box, just curious to know what was inside.

I opened it, and yes, it was a treasure—an old rakhi.

Suddenly my mind uttered, "Fathima."


A cute girl with a sweet voice and a radiant smile, my junior.

An unexpected visitor who walked into my life and became a piece of my heart.


My thoughts wandered back to her presence, to the days of my teenage years,

To the times we shared, roaming the school corridors and playing on the grounds.

The care you gave me, just like only a little sister could.

It was you, my sister in spirit.


The love you had for music and your dreams of playing the guitar,

The moments we spent immersed in melodies together.

Those unforgettable days with you linger in my heart,

How I wish I could rewind time and relive them all again.


Raksha Bandhan—a celebration of the sacred bond between brother and sister.

I remember the rakhi you tied on my wrist with so much love,

A symbol of our bond, cherished and held close to my heart.

Yes, I kept it like a priceless treasure,

For it embodies the truest form of love—from the depths of the heart.


It was her—her presence filled my world with joy,

She stood by me in my darkest hours,

Her smile and words, a soothing balm for my soul.


But then, suddenly, you disappeared.

I don’t know where you went,

No calls, no messages, not even a trace of your presence.

You were gone, and I was left in shock and heartbreak.

I wondered how life would ever be the same without you.


I am still searching for you, still waiting,

Hoping to see you again before my journey ends.

Dear Fathima, you can’t imagine how much I love you.

A sister like you is one in a million,

And a brother like me feels blessed beyond measure.


Fathima, I don’t know where you are, but I believe you’re somewhere in a corner of this world.

For me, you remain forever in my heart and in my memories.

My prayers are always with you.






 

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