NIRVANA

It was beautiful, like somewhere that came from a milk brand ad, with a blue sky, fresh air, and greener grass. I first noticed the farmhouse in the distance and smoke coming out of its chimney.

“Asina?” I ran in that direction, towards the house, but she didn’t appear, unlike the first time we met.

“Are you lost?”

I abruptly stopped to hear a woman’s voice. She was in her early thirties but looked seemingly familiar like I could trust her with my life. “Hi. I’m sorry, but I was looking for Asina.”

When she smiled at me, I felt like I knew her my own life. “Nirvana.”

I...