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AC Chronicles
89
The water cooled me down, contrastingly soothing compared to the yellow
devil in the sky. I distinctly remember my sister and I playing in the sea,
enjoying the rejuvenating waves. Every sound, the crash of surf, distant
chatter, the subtle swaying of the palm trees, blended together into the
beach’s living rhythm. Later that evening, we walked along the pier,
changed into proper clothes. Vendors lined the boardwalk, their stalls
glowing under strings of yellow light.
The delectable scent of seafood and fruit wafted through the air. It made all
our stomachs grumble, so we stopped to eat at a small wooden shack. My
mother
ordered me a piping hot bowl of noodles, rich with lemongrass and chilli. It
was a perfect ending to a perfect day. As we walked back to our hotel, I
watched the sun sink below the horizon. A quiet happiness settled inside
me, as if the day itself had folded itself into my chest, and decided to stay
awhile.
M. Hasan Afzal
C1-J
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