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Dara

The narrator recalls meeting someone named Dara on a sunny afternoon. Dara had a radiant smile and twinkling eyes. Though Dara did not talk much, the narrator was intrigued by Dara's kindness and ability to make others feel important. Over time, the narrator fell in love with Dara and came to see the name as representing their special bond, rather than just a name. The narrator describes their relationship with Dara as deeper than simple titles like boyfriend or fiancé. Their chance meeting on that sunny day ultimately changed both of their lives.

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Dara

The narrator recalls meeting someone named Dara on a sunny afternoon. Dara had a radiant smile and twinkling eyes. Though Dara did not talk much, the narrator was intrigued by Dara's kindness and ability to make others feel important. Over time, the narrator fell in love with Dara and came to see the name as representing their special bond, rather than just a name. The narrator describes their relationship with Dara as deeper than simple titles like boyfriend or fiancé. Their chance meeting on that sunny day ultimately changed both of their lives.

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He tapped my shoulder gently and whispered in my ear, you are the most beautiful woman Dara ever saw, he said with an awkward smile blushing somewhat despite his forwardness. Who is Dara? , I asked The last time I checked, that was my name, he said and then it was my turn to blush. That is what I used to dream. Dara my obsession, just how many meanings that name had, bright star, leader, dragon killer, the beautiful one, virgin, oak tree, the pearl of wisdom, generous, kindthe list was endless. Yet I didnt become obsessed with it for these meanings, for me it meant one word; love! But knowing that it was understood in so many languages, it took deeper roots in my heart. You see, I could choose to be with you in so many times, across so many cultures, I smile to myself as this thought crosses my mind. Did I need to? Its an achievement to live this one wonderful life fully, and with you...it counts for more than one. Your name is not Dara. Thank God its not. Dara is not just a name. Its what you are to me. It is my abbreviation for two very subtle Arabic words of enormous beauty and enormous meaningmehram & makhfi. However I like to think of them as Urdu words, it makes them less intimidating and more lovable, perhaps due to my instinctive affection for the language and my misfortune for not being able to pour out my heart in its subtle syllables for fear of not doing justice. Let me come back to Dara...its like how I name my relation with you, how shallow is you are my boyfriend or you are my fianc or even you are my beloved? No. You are my Dara. Trust me love, there is no greater honor. There you were, half lying on the grass, one sunny march day, your slanting eyes reflecting little lights, and throwing everyone a smile every now and then at the least amusing comments, and I thought just how many smiles, how many true heartfelt smiles does this boy have to spare? later I learnt that you had so many of them in you, you would die an early death with the shear pressure if you didnt keep giving them, along with those lights in your eyes, however you were choosy about which way to direct the twinkle, werent you now? You didnt talk much. More importantly you didnt think what you had to say was more important than what others had to say. You were so determined not to believe you were special. I remember you mentioned a particular song and praised it. Suddenly I knew I could not just like it ever again, I had to love it. You didnt live up to my expectations of Dara. I later discovered you were up to something much more mischievous. You were altering what to be expected of Dara, you were setting the standard.

And thus we met, my first lesson was not to just smile, but give it and I gave the most radiant smile as you left, since you had made the very air infectious. Good bye, said Dara Bye, I waved , one of us knowing that this one sunny afternoon in the grounds was going to change our lives, and the other only girlishly wondering whether there was a slight chance that the smiling guy with a twinkle in the eye, had found her cute. May be...but I shrugged off the thought. Better safe than sorry, I told myself.

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