✅ Bayaan Café | Tape #35
Bayaan Café | Tape #35
Tagline:
“Sometimes returning is not a door—
it becomes the journey of an entire lifetime.”
The Next Morning
Morning mist
still lingered on the windows,
forming soft droplets on the glass.
Nilofar and Zaria
sat quietly near the same corner.
The picture hanging on the wall
looked clearer than it did at night.
The face was complete now—
but strangely,
in the woman’s eyes
there seemed to be a path shining,
a distant one,
on which someone was returning.
The Child’s Promise
By noon,
the little girl came to the Café again.
This time
she wasn’t alone—
she held a thin blue diary in her hands.
Going straight to the picture,
she whispered softly—
“Mama…
I’ve read all your stories.
Today I’m going to tell everyone.”
The Blue Diary’s Pages
Nilofar asked gently—
“Can we read it?”
The girl nodded.
“This is the same diary
Mama wrote in every time she came here.
On the last page she wrote—
‘If someday I can’t return,
then let my stories
take me home.’”
First Story — A Dream
The first page of the diary—
“Sometimes I dream
that there is a place
where people leave their stories behind,
and those stories
turn into the wind
and set out to find them again.
Bayaan Café
is that place for me.”
Second Story — Fear
On the second page—
“One day I was terrified.
So afraid
that even the walls of my own home
felt unfamiliar to me.
I ran here.
No one asked anything,
they just quietly
let me sit beside a window.
And that day I felt
that sometimes silence
can save a person.”
Third Page — The Last Time
Then it said—
“If I never return,
my little girl
will surely come.
She will recognize me.
I will keep smiling at her
from within the picture,
until a story
builds a home for me again.”
Silence in the Room
The diary closed.
For a while,
the room filled with deep silence.
Then,
from the corner where the picture hung,
a very faint rustle came—
as if someone was breathing softly.
The Picture Changing
Before everyone’s eyes,
the picture began to change again.
This time
it wasn’t just a face—
but a whole figure.
The woman was standing near the window,
holding the same blue diary,
with a smile in her eyes—
a smile
that only a mother could have.
The Child’s Call
The little girl reached out her hand—
“Mama…
please come back now.”
Suddenly,
the wind from the window grew stronger.
Nilofar felt
as if an invisible hand
rested gently
on the child’s shoulder.
The wall didn’t move,
but from the picture
a soft light
spread outward.
And in that light,
the woman’s voice echoed—
“I am right here…
do not be afraid.
With every step you take,
I will walk beside you.”
The Café’s New Beginning
From that day on,
that picture became
the deepest memory of the Café.
People would come,
look at it,
and say—
“There is someone breathing in this picture.”
And in the blue notebook,
Zaria wrote—
“Sometimes
stories do return home.
But a home—
is a place
where someone
never stops waiting.”
Epilogue
The little girl’s box
now rests in the same corner of the Café.
Sometimes she comes,
sometimes her father.
And each time,
the picture on the wall
smiles a little more.
“Sometimes returning is not a door…
but becomes a path
that lasts a whole lifetime.”
The Rest of the Café
The rest of the Café crowd
often pauses for a moment near that corner.
Sometimes it feels—
the woman truly came back,
and sometimes it feels—
this is just the shadow
of an old, deep longing
that takes shape on the wall
every day.
The question remains the same—
Did someone truly return?
Or is it only
her longing
that found its way back?
Bayaan Café | Tape #35
Tagline:
“Sometimes answers do not appear,
because some stories
wish to remain questions.”
The End
Now the journey of Bayaan Café ends here.
Some stories stay forever.
I believe this Bayaan Café
has certainly found its place
in people’s hearts.
— The End
🖋️ 2) Author Note for Blog (Ending Message)
Author’s Note
With Tape #35, the journey of Bayaan Café reaches its final chapter.
This series began as a whisper—
a small story hiding in a corner, waiting to be found.
But because of you, it became a world of its own.
To everyone reading from India,
and to all the readers from 42 countries around the globe—
thank you for giving this café a place in your heart.
Your love, your curiosity, your time,
and your silent connection with each chapter
is what kept this world alive.
If Bayaan Café touched your heart—
even for a moment—
please share it with your friends.
Your support helps more stories find their way to you.
From my heart to yours,
Thank you for walking this journey with me.
— Author, Bayaan Café
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