A tall figure is walking towards me as I'm stood on the shore, bare feet touching the wet sand underneath while the sun sets behind me on the horizon.
As the figure gets closer, I start to make out features.
Dark brown hair cut short with a side part. Wrinkly, warm-looking skin with a beard. Baby-blue button-up shirt. A loving and longing smile.
"Hello, my sweet angel."
"Hi," I mutter softly as the man kneels down in front of me. "Who are you?"
"You need not worry about that, child." Sadness crosses his face for a moment. "I've got a gift for you." His smile is back.
He placed a small, wrapped box in my hands.
"What's inside? What is it?" I ask.
The man gets up and starts walking away before turning back and whispering, "You will know when the time is right. Goodbye my sweet angel."
And with that he is gone, as the scenery starts to fade now, everything slowly turning white.
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किशोर उपन्यासHe placed a small, wrapped box in my hands. "What's inside? What is it?" I ask. The man gets up and starts walking away before turning back and whispering, "You will know when the time is right. Goodbye, my sweet angel." (I'll add a real description...
