1 CHP 1 PART 1 Adam and Eve

Under his feet, the ground was like green velvet. There was velvet or something else. As far as the eye could see, it was green like yellow cones growing on trees. Then all of a sudden, the tiny drops of moisture, colored like the moss born in the sea, the green leaves swayed with the scented breezes as if engaged in a dance, the small transparent beads of water were gliding over the existence of the green leaves. They were as if they were intoxicated and drifting, wrapped in the existence of leaves, swaying, sliding, then a gust of wind moves, a wave rises in all of them, like the first wave of the tide in the sea, it dances, beats, caresses, the green amuses it is a strange dedication. The stuffer would pass from one side to the other. The earth was busy dancing. The existence of green was decorated with new small flowers. With flower of every color.... So many colors and such colors that make the eye attentive. Those tiny little flower scattered on the green existence were everywhere from here to there. With every hum and every wave created by the wind in the green, they would also dance with strange Meniment and strange dedication. The sky was clear. Light blue soothing to the eyes and still spreading like a dome deep very high from here to there everywhere. The air was fragnant and fragnant. She was fidling with everything there. Laughing, teasing, then turning around sometime entertaining, sometime tired, then walking, then humming then waving. She was, there no where was she?. He was a path! He was waiting for someone. What was the wait? He breathed. On either side of this path stood that, with a tree in a row of two rowan trees supported or taken the support. She had come. He saw her appear far away on this path, she was dressed in white. Very fine, very sophisticated was that silk? Was it an atlas? A nightmare or was it something else? So delicate, so delicte that a slight breeze started to blow this white gown like dress. Her milky legs were visible. She was barefoot and on the green like her beautiful feet. They were not able to bear the softness of green. She would stagger on her feet for a few moment as if laughing drunkenly, then regain her composer, then take another step forward with great enthusiasm her black hair blown lightly down her shoulder and down her back by the breeze. They were going back and forth kissing his cheeks and face. The leaves from his chest would fall on his shoulder and then waved in the air and went down again.

She was busy dancing with his being in beautiful black Shiny Silk fringes like white dress was slipping like a white robe over his dark body. It was not being handled. With every gust of wind he highlighted her bodies feature kissing her from feet to shoulders. Intoxicated by the touch of his being, lost consciousness whirlded madly around his being like a whirlwind grasping his body and clinging to him.

Another gust of wind would have made her dark Silken  dresses join in the dance.  They slide gracefully on his shoulders and waist, fly sightly in the air, then fall gently and softly on his face and chest,at once filled with the fragrance imminating from his being then cover his body as if to hide it from the existence. Start trying. Another gust of wind would lift them out of the whole and throw them back.

Now it was her turn to wear white clothes in this dance.  He came forward. He is not attracted to her. She was looking at everything there with a strange surprise.  And childlike wonder with enthusiasm. While walking on this path, he saw her foot step, there eyes met then a spontaneous smile appeared on his face. He was only being there, that she recognised. He extended his hand.

She held his hand and came close to him. Both looked into each other eyes in a strange dedication. Her deep dark smiling eyes, sparkling like diamonds, were enhance by seeing him.  Her beautiful pink lips had a thin layer moisture, as if she had just had something to drink and her chin was raised as usual. Looking at her bare neck, he took her other hand in his grip.

Her eyes sparkled and her smile deepend....As she knew the way, she was both powerless. "You were waiting for me ?". "Yes". "Too late? " ""Not too much". That was his hand, I started walking on this path. The wind was still busy messing with their existence and everything there was. She was still busy exploring there with child like Wonder and delight.  It's cheerfulness and transparency began to decorate the atmosphere  with the new colour.

At once, a strange and fascinating instrument started playing in the air it started to play lightly and then uncontrollably. Releasing his hand, she took a step forward on the path, then the man saw her dancing around both arms in the air, he laugh uncontrollably. She was dancing on this path  like a master Ballerina. The white dress on her body was dancing like flower in the air around her spinning body.

She was now slowly rising into the air as the fragrant gust  of air gently carried her along. She was still laughing like that, dancing around with her arms outstretched. He stared at her fascinated. She was muttering something now. Suddenly an instrument started playing in the ai. First one...then another. The third,then the whole universe was that once like a Symphony, and it was still dancing in the year Breeze, he watched her in fascination. Then the third, then the whole universe came together like a symphony, and it was still dancing in the air

He kept looking at her in fascination. His companion once slipped into the velvet feathers moving up and down and the wind.

He laughed seeing her dancing, then he extended his hand as if inviting her towards him. They

He did not pull his hand, she hissed at him. She extended her hand and he also caught it and now he was dancing in the air, away from the earth, closer to her, immediately ran with her, as if the universe had stopped. She was now looking towards the sky, then suddenly the sky It became night and the night was more beautiful than the day... the dark sky became dark... the day was decorated with beautiful shining stars. Stars of every color and in between them was the moon. source of light, without any

Daag's daylight was pleasant and intoxicating, the night light had countless colors, such colors

When and where in the universe had they seen. The earth was bathed in light of every color. a star

Flickering, then another, then a third and sometimes one color grows on the earth, sometimes another, sometimes your seat

Shining as if someone had given preference to the light, he held her hand as if she was at the peak of devotion. His surprise, her dedication like him.

She was saving. they are now on earth

Had come back. The night once again turned into day. Lamb, flowers, leaves are fragrant.

It was fragrant, every

Someone was here. As he went on, he saw flowers on the velvety green grass beneath his feet, then extended his hand. That flower came in his hand, then another, then a third... then to far and wide

All the spread green flowers came towards him like a magnet, hundreds of thousands of lakhs, countless, innumerable, so many that his hands could not handle them. Now on her hands, now on her hair, now on her clothes, now on her body, she was happy, devoted, then with a wave of her hand she threw them in the air. In the blink of an eye they climbed into the sky... the entire sky was filled with flowers, both of them laughing. It rained. Within a few moments, it started raining flowers again.

He was again looking towards the sky, now clouds were visible. The clouds were moving like cotton cheeks, all of them were gathering where they were standing. Then he saw the first drop of rain in the sky. He went ahead and took it in his bag. Seeing this drop, he recreated it and threw it towards the sky. This time he did not go up and went back alone. He brought many more drops. Falling drops of many gentle touches... It was raining and both of them were laughing like children, catching these drops of water with their hands and throwing them on each other, it was raining. There was water, but the drops were not wetting his hair or his body. It was like a rain of transparent pearls, which with one movement of her hands and body separated from her hair and clothes and fell on the greenery and flowers. Someone had spread a glass on the ground and they were walking on this glass, taking in their shadow, stopping in their shadow, waving their hands, sending clouds from one place to another in the sky, then calling towards themselves, they were in the sky . Like painting with water. Then she got tired of this game. Now it was his turn. Drops of water started disappearing from the ground, then within a few hours the clouds cleared. As if there ever was a thing called clouds.

No.

Now he was holding her hand. he surprised her

"Looked aside. show you something"

Is. He smiled. "Anything else?" His happiness increased even more."Yes some more too".he nodded. Did he ask her casually? He smiled softly. "What ?" He was being childishly.

He smiled even more mysteriously than before. He was taking her hand and walking down this new path. Then they both began to see something in the distance.

Salar opened his eyes wide open. The room was completely dark. He did not immediately understand where he was. His ears heard the announcement of the start of Suhri from a mosque somewhere far away. Exploring the darkness of this room with open eyes, the next thought came to him about this dream and Imama. He was dreaming.