دانلود رمان انگلیسی “چیزی فراتر از همیشه”

THE GIRL WAS LEADING THE BOY like an inscrutable intuition that leads a decision. Sometimes. The girl was leading the boy. Where? She didn’t know. Not that it mattered. The boy was with her, running along hand in hand, without an inch inquisitive about the endeavour. That mattered. That always mattered. Because… her existence was an adjective and he was her noun. She was the imprint and he, her nostalgia. She was the resonance and he, her emotional string. She was words and he, her language. She was music and he, her melody. She was the mood and he, her temperament. She was freedom and he, her respect. She was season and he, her change. She was the fever and he, her heat. She was monotony and he, her vacation. She was inertia and he, her motion. She was a crevasse and he, her depth. She was the parched earth and he, her monsoon. She was, above all, a creation and he, her destiny. The girl had never witnessed anything like this before. The place, like future, was an arcanum but, unlike it, there was an air of democracy all over. The view resembled the surreal painting of utopia which the brush of her rapturous wishes had made on the canvass of her heart, since childhood. It wasn’t exactly heaven but something more beatific and specific. It was a dream. And the ambience sprayed a déjà senti feeling on her. Flirting with the jovial day sky were the smiling clouds. They also diligently separated the worldly illusion below from the cosmic reality above. The sun, like a guardian angel, made its omnipresence felt through its warm healing rays. The green meadows, beneath the couple’s feet, stretched infinitely – north, south, east, west – like a magical carpet, mothering innumerable breeds of innocuous flora delicately interwoven into romantic designs. And the constant intake of their spiritual fragrance helped the couple’s outer and inner self integrate. A range of mountains, standing tall and arrogant of their obtrusive virility, fenced the quaint scenery. They were busy making love to the soft snow embellished atop them and hence were apathetic towards the couple. Once in a while, few vibrantly coloured birds flew together from one tree to another. “Togetherness,” the girl wondered, “is the elixir for romance.” She looked at the birds, once, while continuing her run. The harmonious vocal talent of the birds serenaded the surroundings with an overt sparkle, adding further to the feeling of being in a real fairy tale.