The market was full with them, despite the differences in their color, shape and size, they all share in one thing, their scent, “Scent of Melon”.

It takes me back to those old days in a feedback mission. It tries to whisk off some old memory engraved deep, here in my mind.

I never forget those wonderful days. I only got 12 years then. That afternoon, was one of the muggiest days of that summer. We were on our way back from a short trip.

The Land rover was darting fast along the unpaved road among the hills, leaving a tang of dust behind. It was before sunset. The horizon was panted orange, with patches of yellow scudding clouds against it. The sundial was wan and pale, sinking behind the hills at the vista, dragging down its orange rays behind them. The scene was hermit granting me an air of glamour. For yet I could smell her fragrance, the bunch of mint she was carrying in her hand. Still I can sense its scent clearly after all these years, muddled with scent of melon, we brought them with us back on our trip.

I guess she was round 12 either, she was wearing a sleeveless dress, with rose colors. Fortune favored me, or perhaps she planed to sit beside me at the narrow back seat of the jeep, very close we were our arms were touching each other. I was feeling that delicious touch of her skin, the warmth of her body, the sweat of our skin at the contact site.

Wonderful moments, not only for me, I guess she was enjoying them either as same as I was doing. She was exhausted; she leaned towered me to let her head be rested on my little shoulder, to drop-off in a restless sleep.

I was exhausted either, I leaned my head to be rested on hers, not to drop-off in a sleep, but to feel the softness of her hair with my face, and to let my spirit soaring high in sky of a fancy world. I was resisting any kind of desire to drop-off so I can spare no moment with out enjoying that wonderful nick of time.

Mean time I was thinking about every trifle moment of that wonderful trip.

We already received an invitation to spend couple a days at the hostel of one of our relatives in his village, Our family wasn’t the only one there, another family was invited either. Lot of kids, all was busy in playing, swimming, yelling, and damning one another. Every body was enjoying every single moment then.

Only one little girl, with long soft hair crept gently down her back, beautiful round face, with a magic quiet smile was drawing her face most of the time.

Whenever I fixed that girl a look, I found her watching me, darting my eyes a very sweet glance.

Some kind of feeling grew with me then. It was really odd. I never sensed like that before, I began to think about her all the time. Every time our eyes came across each other my heart began to pound so quickly, fancied that every one round us could feel its beat.

Any way it was so sweet to feel like that, although I was feeling a bit awkward, I don’t know why.

The scene was wonderful, seemed like a paradise for us, it was the only green patch amongst those drought hills. The shallow flexed river was ripping its rout among the green bushes and high trees that grew too high from both sides. There brunches interlocked each other at the top, to let their leaves tent over the river along its whole course, which let sun rays hardly rip its way through them to dart the gravel that were paving the base of that shallow river, reflecting their magic color deftly.

Little fish were enjoying, hovering round those snatched pulsating rays of sun light here and there on the river in an odd and queer manner.

The gravel was extended out the little river to pave its both banks in an incredible way. Melon bushes were creeping over the gravel at both sides, holding lot of melons, there were bushes of spearmint, sparse every where interposing the melon bushes, close to the water in particular.

Their scents muddled and filled the air, once you smell it, you could never forget about it for the rest of your life.

Every thing was fascinated there, it was a real paradise on that Glob.

I think I was in a deep dream then. I woke only when I felt her, moving on my shoulder, she was a wake, and She withdrew her head gently away of my shoulder and rose her bewitched eyes to peer at mine with her usual hermit glance and her wonderful smile with little shame.

She stretched her hand, catching mine, pulling it high close to her lips, she bent to draw a little kiss on it. Then she returned my hand back, squeezing it down against her lean body, I felt the softness of her little, newly bloomed breast, it came across my hand on its way back.

Hours passed so quickly as being minutes, we reached the end of our trip, back home. We exchanged a peculiar glance, wishing to see each other soon.

I spent the next few days in a magic dream, thinking about her all the night thinking about every fancy moment we spent together. I was in daze, out of my mind, my life wasn’t mine any more.

I was all a delicate, tender sentiment, feverishly dying to meet her once more, I was wishing her, deep in my heart, in my eyes. Expecting every thing regarding her, only that grave and disastrous news about her. With in a second, all my wonderful dreams turned to a terrible tragedy. Death had had her, and took her away in a worst ceremony of desert. It was an accident, explosion of gas canister or some thing like that. She caught blaze in the bathhouse, till death.

The news shocked me, took my breath away, smashed my heart and let it stop pounding at my ribs for a while.

I couldn’t believe that. “How dare death do that with that wonderful creature, how?” I was wondering.

A great desire had grown with me to cry, but I couldn’t. I was amongst my family then. They were talking about that damn accident, all showing a big surprise and mourning.

I was watching them, feeling so bad, and my eyes filled wet. My tears were running back to fill my chest, choking me at throat.

My desire to cry grew huge and huge. Abruptly I found myself riding my little bicycle, darting like an arrow toward my big brother’s new bicycle, striking it badly, and trying to create a quarrel with him.

He got crazy, he began to beat me. Kicking me every where. I guess that was quiet enough with my tears to spring out of my eyes, like a waterfall running down the crest.

I went on crying for a long time, all their attempts to let me calm down, to make me stop on crying was in vain.

Apparently I was crying because of that little row, but indeed I was crying for some thing else, I was crying my beloved sweetheart.