Language of Love Part 17



The silence after Shahana's curt reply hung heavy. Guilt gnawed at me for leaving her messages unanswered for days. The internet, a fickle lifeline in Yamashi's remote location, had sputtered and died just as I yearned to connect. But her simple "Yeah, I am completely fine," held a hidden meaning – a concern that warmed me from the inside out.

With renewed purpose, I typed, "Wish you were here. You got accepted into Kozhikode college, right? Finally on your way to becoming a doctor!"

Her response arrived promptly, along with her new address and news of her friends joining her. The future, once a hazy dream, was rushing towards us like a tidal wave. A pang of longing twisted in my gut.

Charlie's voice cut through my reverie. "Yamashi's calling for dinner," he announced. The anticipation in the air crackled. We devoured dinner, each bite a prelude to the adventure that awaited us. Our guide, Yuri, a wiry man with a calm demeanor, spoke volumes with his gestures despite the language barrier.

The morning sun kissed the horizon as we set sail for the island, the turquoise water churning beneath the boat. Charlie, a city boy at heart, succumbed to seasickness almost immediately. The rhythmic rise and fall of the waves, however, brought a familiar ache to my own heart. The sea, once a source of solace, now mirrored the hollowness within me.

We set up camp on the island, a clearing nestled amidst the lush foliage. Yamashi assigned spots, his map promising hidden treasures. My heart pounded with anticipation – finally, a chance to capture the elusive bird in its natural habitat.

Days blurred into a relentless pursuit. I transformed into a soldier, my eyes scanning the skies for the bird's distinctive silhouette. Memories of Shahana, like fleeting butterflies, flitted through my mind. The sound of her laughter, the warmth of her voice, a bittersweet ache settling in my chest.

One evening, as exhaustion threatened to overwhelm me, a flash of movement in the undergrowth sent a jolt of adrenaline through me. There, perched on a branch, was the bird. Time slowed down as I raised my camera, the world narrowing to the viewfinder. Click. A single perfect shot, a testament to my patience and determination.

Elated, I raced towards Yamashi, the image burning bright in my mind. His face, however, was pale with concern, shattering my joy. "Why were you so careless?" he roared.

Confusion washed over me. "What do you mean?" I stammered.

He pointed at the bird, its plumage not the expected grey, but a startling crimson. My heart plummeted. It wasn't the target bird, but something far rarer, something far more dangerous. The realization hit me like a physical blow – I had endangered myself and others for a single shot.

Disappointment gnawed at me. Yamashi, however, had captured a flawless image of the target bird. Charlie, unfortunately, had no luck. The weight of my mistake pressed down heavily as we waited for the boat back to the mainland.

Sitting alone on the beach, the vastness of the ocean mirrored the emptiness within me. Was I truly cut out for this? A wave of longing for Shahana washed over me. Her unwavering belief in me, a stark contrast to the disappointment in Yamashi's eyes.

I pulled out my phone, the silence deafening. Music, a lifeline, streamed through my ears. The song, "Maryan Naetru Aval Irunthal" (If She Were Here Tonight), its lyrics resonating with my own yearning. A single tear rolled down my cheek, a testament to the ache in my heart.

The island, a crucible of challenges, had stripped bare my vulnerabilities. But amidst the disappointment, a flicker of hope remained. Shahana's unwavering belief in me, a silent melody playing in the background of my despair.

Tomorrow, I would face Yamashi, apologize for my recklessness, and learn from my mistakes. But tonight, under the vast expanse of the night sky, I would allow myself to miss her, to yearn for her presence, and to find solace in the melody that whispered her name.

As I drifted off to sleep, a new resolve bloomed within me. This trip wasn't just about capturing elusive birds; it was about proving myself, not just to Yamashi, but to Shahana, the woman whose unwavering faith fueled the fire in my soul.

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