FOUR

After some days, Lilly and Freeda planned to go out somewhere. We got no clue about the destination but at the speed of air, Lilly said about the black forest. The beautiful Black Forest with its dark, densely wooded hills is one of the most visited upland regions in Germany.

On the west side, it descends steeply to the Rhine, crossed by lush valleys, while on the east, it slopes more gently down to the upper Neckar and Danube valleys. That was the perfect destination for us to go.

I asked my mom if I could go and she said I can.

The black forest was likely to be 800KM from Berlin and we finally went to the Black Forest in Freeda's car. It nearly took 9 hours and we were tired.

It was the time of may and the cold temperature made the journey hotter.

It was likely to be 7 A.M.

Lilly, Freeda and I stayed in Hotel Resindez.

Freeda was high on a shot of vodka that she tells every of her deep and darkest secrets about how she started smoking, broke virginity, and all.

Lilly was chilling and I was enjoying them.

After some more shots, Freeda went to sleep and it was me and Lilly who was still awake.

"Binisha, Why do you want to be a writer?"

"Because I don't want to be a doctor like my mother."

"And why don't you want to be the doctor?"

"Because I want to be the writer."

"You are confusing me."

"Listen, we all are common to this world. Like we all breathe, walk, sleep, eat, dance, jump, break hearts, expose our all darkest secret on the shots of vodka, and all. We all are what we call a human. When we are born, our mind is just empty cells and the surroundings, family, friendship plays a major role in what we want to be."

"How does that happen?"

"Suppose, I was a boy who was the son of a fisherman in the countryside where there were no schools and anything. So what will I do?

Of course, follow what my father says. I will lead him and be the fisherman. I would never think about a teacher, writer, or doctor. That's how surroundings affect us."

"So, why did you choose to be a writer?"

"Like I said. Because I don't want to be the doctor."

"Binisha, are you hiding something?"

"Nothing. Seems like we need to sleep now, it's already 12. Tomorrow we gonna rock."

They went to sleep.

In the morning, it was Freeda who wakes all of us.

"Good morning guys. We gonna go now."

The black forest was the perfect place to kill the anxiety. I should have come here before when I was handling the breakup.

After few hours, we were starving and went to the nearest pizzeria. There was a stage singer in the pizzeria whose voice was just awesome. He was watching me like I was only the one there. Lily, Freeda and I sat in the middle of the table, the table was clearly prescribed from the stage. After the song was over, the guy came to us and asked if he could join us. We let him.

"Are you a writer?", He asked me.

"How did you know?"

"As I do every time, I can read people's mind. Hi, I am Prince. Not the son of the king, but my name is Prince."

"Well, but I am impressed. But how did you did that."

"Like I said before. I read your mind."

"That's impressive haha, can you guess my phone number?", Lilly said.

"No, it's impossible. Ah well, ok, it's not about the mind I read, it's the body."

"Body?"

"Yes, the language people's body make."

"Ah, I got that. I have read about that one on books."

"You're on the right track."

"Hi, I am Binisha."

"Binisha?, It's a Nepali name, how did you get one?"

"How did you know? My mom gave it to me, she visited Nepal back then and I don't know why she picked up nothing name."

"Well, I am from Nepal. My name is Prince Kafle."

"Ah, now that's rings the bell. So what are you doing here in Germany?"

"What's anybody is doing here. Just earning to live the life."

"What do you think? Why one should live his life?"

"Girl, you're asking me why anyone should live his life."

"Yeah, I guess I did."

"Well, life is a memory."

"Memory?"

"We human end our whole life searching about the meaning of life. But there's nothing to live more than knowing about life itself. And at last, everything you know, you leave it in the past, just memory and history. So life has no meaning rather than itself but at last, we go away leaving everything we know and every memory we had is nothing but words. Life is nothing because it ends and nothing remains of a person except memories that fade away too."

"So you mean to say that the things which end as a history, it's a life".

"No, Life is always a history, never a reality. Once you are there and in a blink you are gone. No point of stressing about anything."

After saying these, he left carrying his guitar.

Well, he was impressive. I should have asked for his phone number.

"Did you fell in love with him?", Freeda asked me.

"No, Stupid."

And then after the pizza, we went to our home. The day was so good enough but prince words were still confusing me.

As I went home, I turned my diary and wrote the words of Prince on the last page.

He gave me a lot of positive vibes.