#### Hello friends, How are you all? I hope everyone is well. I am also well by the infinite mercy of Allah. Like every day, today I have come before you with a new post. Almost all kinds of incidents happen around us. The incidents are often instructive, painful, tragic, and inspiring. That is why today I have come with a story again. I hope you will enjoy reading my writing. ![IMG-20250729-WA0001.](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmcppBG23MFmds9p6Dmp9USrbfcrTehwsjfQab5FfigK32/IMG-20250729-WA0001.jpg) [Edited by canva](https://www.canva.com/design/DAGuhikf384/M-I62O1XUlHjvXjOru9Kxw/edit?utm_content=DAGuhikf384&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton) #### **Touch of Love** #### Part- 11: The Temple of Love in the Land of Words Neela is no longer in Aryan's eyes, but she is much deeper in his heart than before. He writes every day, hour after hour, day after day. Every sentence, every rhyme is like Neela's breath. He transforms a room in his flat into Neela's room. Neela's paintings hang on the wall, Neela's last used book is kept aside, and an open desk in the middle is where new poems are born. This room becomes a temple of love. There is no incense, no worship, just poetry and the silent worship of love. **Aryan writes,** Neela, you are now words. When I write, your breath is in the pen. When I am silent, you become words and sing songs within me. No one comes to this temple only Aryan and his creations. The day the book is published A year has passed. Finally, the book was published "**Touch of Love**" wrapped in red and white velvet, with a cover painting by Neela. The dedication page of the book reads For Neela, who taught me to love, but even after losing her, she remains in every poem. **Readers' reactions** The book became a surprise. Some cried while reading it, some fell in love again. **A reader wrote a letter** Brother, I did not cry after the death of my wife. But I could not stop crying after reading your book. You seemed to have tied my feelings into words. **Another said** This book is like a reflection of my own life. The unknown words of my mind are written here. Light in the midst of silence One night, Aryan sat in the moonlight and wrote, Love does not know how to die. It only changes form, From body to word, from touch to shadow, And one day it becomes, **A holy temple.** At the last moment, Neela seemed to speak, the sound of Neela's voice floating in the air, warm, tender, drenched in love, You are not the end of my story, Aryan... You are the inspiration for every new beginning. Aryan sits with his eyes closed. Only one word on his lips **You are here. You are still here today.** #### Part-12 coming soon. Thank you all for taking the time to read the post. Thank You all for Your. Love to Everyone. **[My identity:]** ***

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>My full name is Md. Sanaullah. Steemit ID @sanaullah99. Home Netrokona Sadar Netrokona. I have completed my degree from Netrokona Government College, currently I write and create Facebook content on Steemit. I am now a content creator, so I have to spend a lot of time with nature, travel to different places. Apart from these, I like writing poems, writing stories, and being in touch with nature the most. I like nature a lot. So I am coming to this platform to share my beautiful moments with everyone. I hope everyone will extend their hands of support and cooperation to me. I joined Steemit in June 2025. I feel very happy to be able to work on the Steemit platform in this short time. I am very happy to have the opportunity to work with you. ---

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