It's May 26, 1934.On a dusky day, winds blew, and the shadows were playing like a child.Bright sunshine was weaving through the gray clouds, embracing the fading day.Bright light was spilling all over the town, making a warm trance.There was some sort of happiness. I think I made you sad about the soldier, but let's move on from there.The sky was a color palette and was waiting for someone to paint it; clouds flicker as candles light when the wind is blowing. The breeze was painting the canvas of the sky with clouds and hues with a rhythmic heartbeat. As the clouds meander like thought get free, they weave a tapestry of tranquility. A symphony of beauty a night greets the day.In a cozy shop where sunlight was entering the shop without permission from the broken window. A tailor was working, with his heart full of dreams, stitching the fabric with intense care like it's own child. Embracing every end of it. Needle in one hand, measuring tape in the other, a smile on his face and delight in his heart.While the nature outside held its breath in the air. The trees were dancing. Leaves rustled gently by the song of his heart.I could hear it too. (A true melody)Inside, a woman radiant and wild carried pain and love in her eyes and was going to bring a new one in this world full of crepps (one more hustler was going to be added).She felt the tides of labor, fierce and mild; every emotion was dropping from her face.With every contraction, the world carried her voice to her husband."O winds, carry my song," she cried to the sky."Dance with me now; let the heavens reply." Her heartbeat a rhythm, a primal refrain. Each push of a note in this sacred domain, the world seemed to shimmer.The flower nodded for the order, its petals unfurled, and the smell carried the news to her husband.Celebrating the miracle entering the world. Then, from a distance, a call broke the hush: "Your wife is calling you, Osamu (tailors name). She is feeling the tides of labor," echoed a man. The tailor's heart leaped as he dashed through the doors of his shop. Leaving his work behind to witness the magic and to be part of the lore.The wind swiftly followed him as he rode his bicycle as fast as he could. When he saw her, his face was filled with excitement, laughter, and tears. "We will welcome this life together, my dear, said the wife. Another contraction; now the world was hardly breathing.Wind then took her place by entering through the opened gates and windows. As the winds sang a chorus, exhubrating and vibrant. With a final breath, in that moment, a boy made his way into this puzzle. The whole world welcomed him with an ebrupting swirl of wind."Why is he not breathing?" said the father."Why is he not moving? cried the mother.Every second a tear escaped his parents eyes; his heart was not beating, and the entire universe stopped breathing. His mother was out of control, held her baby tightly, and cried from her whole heart. Her eyes became red, screaming in pain and grief.Kissing her child on his forehead and shedding the tears.She holded the shirt of her husband and cried."Why oh why it happened""Did you gift ne a dream, then snuff out the light?" Tears like rain fall soft and slow.She cursed the stars who were watching from the heaven. She even cursed the God, but I am not angry by that as She lost her child. Her arms ache empty, a cradle unfilled, with echoes of laughter, now forever stilled."Why fate is so cruel ?" She continued "why snatch away the love that could not rise"In the depths of despair and sadness she searches for light."Why did you left my child, with no goodbyes.Each moment I dreamed, you were there in my arms. You are the laughter that I never heard".Her voice breaks, a whisper"I was ready to fight, to hold you, to cherish, to keep you in sight, to see your mischievous with my own eyes, how can I forget all the things I planned for you."Her heart beared the weight of love which was never shown. A silent reminder of dreams thrown away or snatched away from her."Though you've gone, my heart will still ache""Ohh heavens take me instead and give my charm a life"She was broken into thousands of pieces so as her husband.Even I was crying there by seeing those helpless parents. It hurts.Osamu was sitting in a corner and was cursing me.Ahh my me again. But it should not be me.I am not the backstabber . By this I recalled a quote for you I will tell this you at the end of this chapter.Let me continue the scene And that was the first time he was about to meet death.But I need to make my way too.A tear making it's way from her eyes passing around the nose to her cheeks fell into the mouth of the child. A cry pierced, the air, a pure wondrous light. The boy took his breath, a gift from me.As you witnessed Did you realise I am not that bad and i proved I am nice; just don't ask me to be.I saved him.Why?Am I adapting these feelings from these creatures too?No, No .. It was just my soft side.Trees sway and danced in the warmth of their love.Mistsuku (mother of the boy) was surrounded by happiness now. She received the light for which her heart was yearning. His father too sheded the tears of happiness and thanked the God how insane is this first these creatures curse him and now they thank him. That why hate them. They are not double faced they are poly faced.All danced and celebrated the life that's been waiting for so long. The tailor embraced the little life his heart flew, his happiness was out of this world. The world was swirelling around them in harmony.The canvas which was earlier painted by gray patches and clouds is now covered with a gray, dark and enormous view.The rain then witnessed the scene with every drop she adored him.With every drop, flowers bloomed.With every drop, universe sang it's chorus.And that was the first time I met him~ The lifeless Survivor (who was lucky but still unlucky). QuoteIt's not the knife who stabs. Its the person who take out the soul before death could.Which means you all are the backstabber, Death is infamous. You made him a devil.Once again you all failed to judge someone and become become unfair to an innocent.Why do I feel you're feeling sad? Even you are this merciless stillI am requesting you to smile, my kiddo its not your fault.Grinned Look at how gorgeous you looked. You are not born to be harmed.I'll be there for you. My stupid kiddo. Without you I am too fragmentary.I love you kiddo, keep smiling.
