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Anahit Arustamyan
November 20, 2025
The Pilot Is Available On Written
The Pilot Is Available On Written
The Pilot is a literary fiction. The main character of the story is a young lady, Nare, who faces so many troubles and disappointments. She has to rely on her dreams and illusions as her realities are not kind to her.
The story is a mix of realistic life events and relationships and something mystical as well.
Anahit Arustamyan
November 20, 2025
The Pilot Is Available On Written
The Pilot Is Available On Written
The Pilot is available on Written
The story is a mix of realistic life events and relationships and something mystical as well.
Anahit Arustamyan
November 16, 2025
The Pilot
The Pilot
The Pilot is a literary fiction. It's a story about love, hopes, dreams and even illusions. It's a prose with poetic inspiration, metaphors and allegorical expressions. It's a fantasy romance as one of its characters is a ghost. However, it is also a spiritual novel that speaks about angels and unexplained communications between Earth and Heaven.
There is something mysterious and mystic. The story is a mix of realistic life events and relationships and something mystical as well.
Anahit Arustamyan
November 16, 2025
The Pilot
The Pilot
The Pilot is a literary fiction. The main character of the story is a young lady, Nare, who faces so many troubles and disappointments. She has to rely on her dreams and illusions as her realities are not kind to her. Nare becomes a pilot and she also meets her boyfriend by accident many years later. It's a touching story, but it ends happily.
There are metaphors and allegories in this story. It's a prose with poetic inspiration. The story speaks of love and separation, and it sounds both real and surreal.
Anahit Arustamyan
November 3, 2025
About My Novel ''The Pilot''
About My Novel ''The Pilot''
''Here is the air that had brought John to me. The same air was taking him away,'' Nare said to herself and tried to stretch her hand towards the flying airplane in despair. Nare kept on wandering at the airport with her secret thoughts and silent monologue. She no longer believed that her computer would open the door of the cage in which her heart's nightingale was trapped. ''Nare, nobody will offer you his vehicle,'' she kept on speaking to herself. The people were too busy to notice her quenched shape that was wandering around the airport. Suddenly her eyes met an old man. He had his passport and plane ticket in his hand. The man's wrinkled face reminded her of a grey cliff, and the tears from his eyes were likely to be rain drips sticking in the deep wrinkles of his cheeks.