The beginning
A ray of light in a land of green, The Greenland!
Aarav, a gentleman lived in the chaos of his own life. He lived in a home which was a space of stories. Each corner is laced with items chosen with care. From scented candles to a warmth corridor where a deep green forest seems as calling of, and there comes his mother Arianna, who was christian. She had married Raj an hindu. Yes, was a love marriage. But Aarav lost his dad at 14 due to an accident hence had responsibilities at an early age.
He grew up slowly managing all with studies yet interested towards farming. He used to lone spending time between the trees, shrubs, flowers to climbers. He used to go every morning for a fresh walk towards the forest and cut some wood for hearth's fire. He was a man with mind of exploration. He thought of exploring the forest deeper but the clock ticked and his mom was alone home so he returned with thought of getting back on another day.
Mom knitting a rug at the entrance of door with a warm sweater hugging her waiting for her son. He returned with some guavas and strawberries for his mother. They sat along chunking snacks with a mild warm coffee in a cold evening. Talking about life, mother asked of his love life, where he never thought of it but was a vintage mindset was going in his mind.
He said 'I need a woman who is pure from heart, kind to all, as intelligent smart women', mother interrupted 'what of looks?' he replied if she as those all qualities she's already dead gorgeous. He continued, he wants a love which is beyond everything never seen but loved, never heard by her voice but imagination is enough, never touched but felt, eyes of honey drop signifying purity and innocence' mother interrupts again, 'is she too imaginative' he gave a soft smile 'yes and so I am out of this and mother I am happy just with these thoughts' and ended the conversion as the dark started to fill the sky.
He had dinner, ignited the hearth and layed down, thoughts of evening talks glimpsed his mind, slowly he closed his eyes.
