She Left Me Unsaid

She came into my life as a flower. Whenever she was happy, the flowers would also bloom in the morning. Her smile and her eyes were very intoxicating. When she was angry or in a very off mood, the flowers she planted would also be dull in the morning. Flowers bloomed whenever she looked happy. It seemed that the connection between the flower itself and her was very strong.She loved Mogra flowers. it mogra of white color.she appreciate it,she desired for smell,

We became close because of our shared love for flowers. She used to come to my balcony every morning and smell the flowers that I grew. We would communicate through the petals and colors of the flowers, and she would understand my feelings. I liked her a lot, and once I sketched her while she was combing her hair. She liked the sketch so much that she asked me to send it to her on WhatsApp. That’s how I hinted to her that I had feelings for her. Sometimes I would draw her while she was picking the flowers, or while I was picking them for her. We had so much in common. She also liked to draw, and she showed me some of her pictures. I especially liked the one of the lovebirds. It reminded me of us.

    Our relationship was also that of flowers and girls. I don't know how she and I got close...I don't know but...maybe she was attracted by this flower. She loved to smell the flowers in the morning. She used to come to the gallery. I used to see these flowers. We used to communicate through the petals and colors of those flowers. She used to know my emotions. I liked her though. Once I sketched her. She was combing her hair in the morning...she liked the sketch so much that she started requesting me. 

   Sometimes I used to draw her sketches while picking those flowers, sometimes while she was picking them. We were so compatible with each other. She also liked to draw pictures. She showed me some pictures. Among them I liked the picture of lovebird.

   Her relationship with me was not just one of friendship or sleeping with her head on her lover's shoulder. We had created a unique relationship. It was a relationship of an art. We have never seen a relationship like that of a brother or sister or a husband's lover...

Although we were happy in our world. But a relationship created by the mind which was not for the pleasure of the body but for the love of an art. An artist praising another artist. Our relationship was very alike.

Our relationship was not like any other. We were not just friends or lovers, but something more. We had a bond that was based on our passion for art and creativity. We admired and inspired each other as artists. We never saw each other in person, but we felt each other’s presence through our drawings and messages. We were happy in our own world, a world that was different from the one around us. Our love was not for the physical attraction, but for the beauty of the soul. We had created a unique and special relationship.

 We were more loyal than love. We never saw each other in the water. But we used to have a lot of arguments. A lot of anger and hatred would arise. Then sometimes I would cheer her up by giving her a flower. Our love is not for this colorful flower but for the lust on the body... We had created a different world.

Neeta loved painting ever since she was a little girl. She used to paint with her father, who was an artist, and he taught her everything he knew. Painting was her way of expressing herself, of capturing the beauty and the pain of life. She had a small studio in her apartment, where she spent hours creating colorful landscapes, portraits, and abstracts. She hoped to have her own exhibition someday, but for now, she was happy to share her paintings with the world through her balcony.but she never paints her own paintngs,she wants her own panits for her

Every morning, she would see a paintings on the railing of the opposite building balcony. She liked to imagine that someone would paint her image and she appreciate it, maybe even smile or wave at her. She didn’t know anyone who lived in the opposite building, but she felt a connection with them through her paintings.

 

One day, she noticed me standing on the balcony across from hers.i was holding her painting.she looked young and handsome girl. with dark hair curly and wear glasses. he smiled and waved , and she felt a flutter in her chest. She waved back and smiled too. She wondered who he was and what he was doing with his pencil and sketch. Maybe he was a artist or maybe he liked her painting and wanted to take a picture of it. Maybe he wanted to talk to her.

one day took pencil and decided to paint something special for her next day. painted a picture of two birds sitting on a branch, looking at each other with love in their eyes. he hung it on her balcony and waited for her to appear. he hoped would like it and understand what it meant.

But one day, she disappeared from my life. She didn’t come to my balcony, and I waited for her the next morning, but she didn’t show up. I tried to contact her on the phone, but she had made a condition that I never call her. I tried to reach her on WhatsApp, but she had blocked my number. Her house was closed, and when I asked around, they told me that the room had been empty for years. I searched for her on all social media sites, but I never found her. She was gone from my life forever, but her memories stayed with me like a thorn in my heart.