Baskadia

Part 1:

In my cozy room with a lamp, I'm thinking about the times when my life was a colorful story. I'm Isha, and this story is about my amazing friends—Kulsoom, Zainab, and Bisma.

Our friendship started when we were little, playing and dreaming together. Kulsoom's laughter was like sunshine, making our days bright. Zainab, the quiet artist, added special touches to our friendship, and Bisma, my secret-keeper, was always there.

As we grew up, life took us in different directions. Our dreams, once connected, started going separate ways. The laughter we shared became like a faraway song, fading into the night.

Now, as I write down our story, my heart feels heavy. I miss Kulsoom's laughter, the artistry of Zainab, and Bisma's secrets. The sadness of being apart is like a quiet song playing in the background of my days.

Closing the pages of our memories, tears blur the words. Our story, once bold and vibrant, now feels like a delicate painting, its beauty kept in my heart. The tale of Kulsoom, Zainab, Bisma, and Isha—weaving its emotional colors into my past.

And as I finish writing, I find myself weeping, feeling the weight of our friendship lost in the passage of time. Still hopeful...