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— Z A H I R —

Before marriage, I used to wake up in the morning with the killing sound of the alarm. I considered it the most annoying sound ever in the world. Getting irritated, I even threw the alarm many times and when I woke up, I saw that its parts were lying separately on the floor.

I never paid much attention to it. Getting alarm clocks was not a difficult thing for me. Although my father reprimanded me many times because of my anger, I did not improve.

I have lost count of how many alarm clocks I have wound up with. Even on the day of my marriage, I broke an alarm clock in the morning, although there was no alarm to wake me up on the first morning after marriage.

It was something else. Something more pleasant and light. Like a clunk of metals.

I was not sure what it was but it was not my alarm clock, I was hundred percent sure about it.

My arm was resting on my forehead as I was sleeping peacefully, away from the world's every nerve-wracking problem. I have forgotten ever