Around 9: 1) The Beginning
Said, time heals everything... but it's not really the truth...
That unseen hole in my heart is still the same as before, unhealed, unfilled
Though I'm living as flash and bone but my soul has been taken away, far away by him, my beloved...
What can be done now? Yet all I can do is again let out a vain sigh and get up from this rocking chair...
The Sunday mornings used to be blissful but it's not anymore... What has changed...? Many things...
As I walk out, all the tall buildings that touches the sky greets me in their modern way by blocking the sun rays that tries to approach me...
I forwarded to my same old path where same old sceneries awaits me, tall buildings... and more tall buildings...
But when I reached the certain building, I stop, It has became a norm. It's a hotel named "Jainisa". What should I say? It brings back old memories... Good, bad, sometimes hurtful but most of the time blissful one... Because this is the place where I met him for the first time, remembering that, I smile ear to ear but the smile vanished when I realised how I lost him...
Then I would again continue walking until I reach the park... an old park with old memories...
I set in my regular spot which is under an Old Oak tree, the tree with many untold stories of mine, of ours...
Children: Grandpa has came... let's go to Grandpa, he is going to tell us story...
I laugh at their innocent excitement which is one of the few things that brings joy in my gloomy life...
Children: Grandpa tell us a story... we want to listen a story..
Old man
(smile) What story do you want to listen...?
Children 1: The story of that pianist... no matter how many times I listen to that story, I just fall into confusion more and more...
Children 2: Yes grandpa... I also want to listen to that story...
Children: Yes, we want to listen that story one more time...
Old man
(laugh) Alright... clam down I will tell you the story okey?
I sigh and look at their happy face and smile to myself... thinking that, this innocence will too go away by time once they starts engaging themselves with the way of the world...
I closed my eyes and smiled, then I wondered for sometimes... hmm...
Old man
Well, from where should I start?
Children 1: From "More than 70 years before there was a famous Pianist..."
This innocent child mimicking my old harsh voice, which made my chuckled and shake my head in awe...
Old man
So then... More than 70 years ago, there was an University named "Saint Novah De Las University" in this city and it was very popular...
Old man
There was a person named Nicotur Arzov who used to study there. He was a great pianist who play piano as if he mastered in it and he was also very popular in the city just for his piano playing skills...
Old man
That's what people say but only he know what he really was.
•Saint Novah De Las, University•
We are then introduce to an old building built centuries ago in a Goth Arch...
It says that it was built during mediaeval era as manor of the Duke of this region.
No body knew what kind of mysterious things presides there but there was sure one, something unseen, unheard...
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