#### 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- 13: Neela in the Land of Shadows #### An envelope arrived one morning. One morning at the hill school, the children were playing in the yard. Suddenly a postman came, holding an old envelope written in the name of Aryan Ahmed. The sender's name written on the back of the envelope: Neela Saha Sent three months before his death. Aryan stopped then. His hands trembled. **First letter: If I am not there one day...** The language of the letter is like this **Dear Aryan,** **If I suddenly disappear one day,** **You will know, I am not dead. I will remain,** **In every letter written in your eyes,** **In the pride accumulated in your breath.** **I don't want you to cry. I want you to become a word.** **I want you to teach the religion of love.** **Second letter: Fear of love** The language of the letter was almost like poetry **I was afraid that this love would break you? If my departure would make you destitute? That's why I wanted to make you strong, by remaining silent, without saying anything, it said a lot.** Arian understood that Neela had only thought of keeping him strong in her last days. **Third letter: A secret poem** A folded poem was attached to this letter. Its name is - **Shadow of Love** Neela wrote, **If you are like my shadow, you will know that I have never lost. I have stood in the sun and become a shadow under your feet.** Arian burst into tears. Tears soaked the letters of the paper. A few torn pages of Neela's diary were attached to the letter. It was written there: **I want you to open a school one day. There you teach love. Because you are not just a poet, you are a candle that gives light when it is exhausted.** Arian is stunned. He did not know that his every step had been fulfilling Neela's wishes all this time. It is deep night. Aryan arranges Neela's letters on his desk. He says, **You are not my past, you are my guidance. A whisper can be heard in the air, love is sometimes a shadow, and a shadow never fades.** #### 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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