I actually wrote this paper trying to show the skills of narration and description in my English class.To be honest, this was my real story, but some of the vocabularies and the background of the story are modified just to exaggerate or make it more interesting.

I was reading your article, so I just thought why don't I share mine too and then compare and contrast..lol

     Once our class teacher asked all of us to write down one thing which they think was the most valuable or expensive thing in the world. We took out scraps of paper from our notebook and jotted down our answers. Almost all of us responded with similar answers like diamonds, golds, or other materialistic items. There was one student whose presence could hardly be felt in the class. He was the last one to turn in the answer and moreover, it was torn on the edges. However, he had a completely different idea. According to him, the most valuable thing in the world was “Time”. It overwhelmed me so much that I did not hesitate to ask his name on that very day. Since then I have been relating the lessons of my life in proportion to time. Not only time makes people happy but also makes them cry. Gradually, I came to realize that time itself is the biggest healer .Time has taught me a short but a sweet moral about a cherished relationship.

    It was in adolescence-a time of storm and stress. I had a virtual friendship with a young girl whom I had never met. There seemed so much time for both of us that we could chat online and even talk on the phone almost everyday. “Hello, How are you?” she said me in her sugary sweet voice on the phone. For some reason, I was mesmerized by her voice. After a pause, “I am good, what about you?” The conversation was promising right from the word go and we were talking as if there was no boundary of stopping. The questions were asked and answered yet there seemed no full stops.

   She was the best talker I had ever been exposed to, at least virtually. She was a whiz on obscure topics like astrology and music history, but she was also well informed about more common topics. Unlike most girls, she was not a chatterbox but very stubborn. She used to stop talking with me until I felt sorry for her although, sometimes, a mistake would hardly be mine.

   Time made us more intimate. “Can we meet each other?” I inquired. “Let me think about it?” she replied. “Sure, why not?”-a text message popped up on my cell phone after an hour. Soon thereafter, we came into a mutual agreement to meet up in the bakery cafe  of Jawlakhel the next day.

   The awaited day for both of us came with a beautiful dawn. I was not nervous but something crept into my mind creating little bit of anxiety. After a quick breakfast, I changed my clothes and headed out. I could see a tall, pretty girl from the distance that looked as if she was desperately waiting for someone. To make sure, I dialed her number hoping she was the one. “Hello, where are you?” she said “I have been waiting for more than five minutes.”

    She was an attractive girl with lips as fresh-picked ripe strawberries and a wave like curl on hair. We spent the day together sharing things as if we had been meeting for a long time. Undoubtedly, that was a day to remember.

   We continued to meet each other frequently. Time made us more intimate Everything was normal until one day when we felt we were made for each other. I though time made my life so beautiful. “Do you know why God created gaps between the fingers?” she asked me. “So that someday the one who is made for you comes and fills those gaps by holding your hands forever.”

   Time became cruel. My family had to move out of the country and I had to pursue my higher studies. She was  not a very expressive person but she clinched on my hand tightly and said, “I’ll be waiting for you.” as tiny drops of tears rolled onto her cheeks.

   Time changed everything. I came to another country where I had to restart my life, again and alone. Although I was having trouble with time management, I could find time to keep in touch with her. After a hectic day of work in the Subway restaurant, the first job I ever had, I used to call her somehow although I didn’t own a cell phone at that time. After couple of months, she started to ignore all my e-mails and phone calls. Everytime she was online in MSN, she used to say “Hello” and then the next message would be “ I have to go now”.“I am sorry but I want to forget you,” she replied finally. This infuriated me. However, I insisted on keeping in touch and gave polite responses just to hear her words of encouragement or inspiration. As the days passed, she gave me an indication that she was in another relationship. She was, indeed, in another relationship and wanted to continue our relationship in an other way. “I am so happy. I think I have found my man. You are always my good friend though.” This email summed up all the things she wanted. “I am happy for you but sorry for myself.” I replied.

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson had said thoughtfully, “It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” It definitely made me feel bad at first but time made me a stronger and better character in myself because I realized along with the time that a relationship is not the heart but just a part of life. When I look back, I allowed someone to disrespect me. Big and small things are sent to challenge life. I did not crumble but picked up the pieces and carried on the best of my ability.Time healed everything, so I grasped that I should not be afraid of many stages of test of character in life and take life as it comes. After all, she had her own right to move on with her life.