#### 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- 19 : In Search of a Lost Address Arani and Aryan set out together, taking the old notebook in their hands, towards the slippery streets of Dhaka, where the shadow of Arani's childhood memories still vibrates. There were some words written on the last page of the notebook, an address number, which was not written by mistake, **a secret address.** They walked through the cloudy afternoon, towards the address where they believed the biggest answer to their lives was hidden. The old houses lying on both sides of the road, Shadow, shadow, wind, it was like a memory lost in time. They reached an abandoned house. The pictures of the previous day were still stuck on the wall, old notebooks were lying on the floor, And wet clothes were hanging on the window. Arani wiped her eyes and said, **My story did not end here, but rather began here.** On a page of the notebook, they found a poem, written by Arani's mother, which had never been published. The poem was titled **The Last Love** Part of the poem, **If lost love returns,** **It is like a gentle breeze,** **That touches your shoulder,** **And says, I am still here.** There is a small door behind the house, which had been closed for a long time. The two of them slowly opened the door, And inside, they found a small room, where many old letters, pictures and memories were kept. In one corner of the room, there was a black box, which read, **The history of Neela and my love** Arian and Arani opened the box together. There they found an unknown love story, which would reveal all the secrets of their lives. Arani says, **Our love is not just the story of today, it is the story of a generation, which we are now unfolding.** #### Part -20 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. ---