2. The morning after: Samira’s dream

“The Morning After: Samira’s Dream” - Original Song by MAdoK958 Copyright © 2025 MAdoK958 suno.com/@madok958 ---- In Chapter 2, "Echoes of a Song," the blackout becomes a turning point for Samira. The stillness and Elliot’s melody linger like a quiet storm, stirring emotions she didn’t know she had. Little does she realize, the blackout isn’t just reshaping her path—it is also a moment when the town’s calm was shattered elsewhere, setting events in motion that will test the bonds of unity forged that night. ---- Cardamom in the air, sunlight on my face, The morning is taking me back, yaar, to that place. That bar with lanterns, no power, all grin, And his voice—it was pulling me deeper, within. He was not just playing, no, it was not for show, Each note felt like secret, like something I should not know. I said, “Don’t look, no, don’t stare, please don’t,” But the man with the guitar, somehow he just won’t. Who was he, the man with the guitar? A stranger in the dark, but yaar, not so far. We shared no name, no promise to keep, But his melody lingers in the corners of my sleep. See, I don’t do this—don’t get lost in some face, My life has rules, na, I keep it all in place. But his voice, I’m telling you, it broke through my line, Like he already knew my rhythm, my signs. Was it the storm, or lantern-light glow? Maybe the way he said, soft-soft, so low? I said, “Samira, nothing, it’s just blackout, bas,” But I’m still hearing that tune from when power was lost. Who was he, the man with the guitar? A stranger in the dark, but yaar, not so far. We shared no name, no promise to keep, But his melody lingers in the corners of my sleep. Priya said, “Arrey, you’re smiling, what is this, haan?” I said, “Nothing, yaar, just the night was calm, bas.” But teasing she will not stop, my mind it clings, To a laugh in the dark and that tune he sings. Who was he, the man with the guitar? A stranger in the dark, but yaar, not so far. We shared no name, no promise to keep, But his melody lingers in the corners of my sleep. Will I see him again, or was it just that night? A fleeting connection, in lantern-light. But somehow I feel, wherever we are, I’ll always remember the man with the guitar.