#### 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- 12: Legacy of Love #### Small School, Big Dream A year after Neela's death, Aryan makes a decision, he wants to spread his love not only in writing, but in the hearts of people. He goes to a hilly village, opens a small school there. **Neela's School** Love, compassion, the language of the heart are taught here outside the textbook. Every day at the end of class, Aryan tells the children a short story, which has a touch of love. One day he says, love does not mean holding someone's hand, but when they are sad, you sit quietly next to them. A little girl Maya asks, Sir, didn't you love anyone very much? Aryan smiles a little and says Yes, I still love you. She is still alive in your laughter, stories, and this school. #### Part Two of the Book The story of this school, the love of children, Aryan continues to write in another book. He names it: **Shadow of Love (Part Two of the Touch of Love)** Here he says Love does not die in a day. It passes on its legacy and teaches the new generation how to live with the heart. That tree… a black-capped tree next to the school. **Neela said** **If I were a tree, I would be a black-capped tree,** **A blood-stained leaf, but a heart full of light.** Aryan sits under that tree and writes every day. He knows that Neela is right there. **A poem on the last day of school** At the end-of-year ceremony, the young children write a poem together for Aryan Sir **Love means Sir,** **Someone to be by our side in silence.** **Love means, before we cry** **Sir's eyes get wet.** **You are not our Sir,** **You are the story of our Neela Aunty.** Aryan understands that Neela's love was not just for him. Today, it has become a source of light for many. He knows that this legacy is not over, it will continue in many more hearts. #### Part-13 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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