Before parting from each other in the journey of life and turning of the day to dusk. When we have felt our breath and heard the beating of our heart one last time, after which you will be gone, you have to make a promise.
Whenever there arises a new sun in your life after me, and there will be the season of rain in these valleys and the snow on these mountains will melt, the buried legend of our love will spread among the people, you have to fulfill your promise.
After this night, when there will run a cool morning breeze and you will see the drizzling rain, and when the sun will peep behind the clouds spreading its fresh light on these purple mountains you will remember me because this is the debt you owe me.
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Thanks dara.
I am thankful for all the encouragement.
Zaban sida! We have to keep our promises if we do it. Thanks for that story, Mishaikh.
Onee-chan
Thanks for liking my blog.
Let me explain further about the title.
There is a term I O U very much used in finance department of any company. It is given by an employee when they get a short term loan from the company. This terms reminded me to write the title of this story like this U O Me. Very simple.
Thanks Roman for keeping me remembered!
Оlga
I love this elaborative and comprehensive comment. And Thanks for the link. It opens boundaries of literature.
Deep touching blog! I need my melancholic mind to understand this. Now, I can hardly do that. :D
Btw, I'd like to write the tittle properly, You Owe Me. But you might say this is the art of literature. ^^
Thank you for sharing.
Yes, this is a nice way to remember about something or someone!