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The Pilot
The novel is about desires and ambitions. The strong ambitions make not only dreams but even illusions come true as well.
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The Pilot
My novel The Pilot was published on 15 April, 2021. It's a romance book, spiritual and surrealistic.
The man stood up and walked to her.
''Bonjour mademoiselle!'' he greeted her in his own language.
Nare looked at him. She didn't know French well.
''Good morning!'' she replied.
''Do you speak English, monsieur?'' she said to him.
''Yes, I do. My name is Pierre. I am working for Air France. I am a pilot. I still have some time before I start my flight. May I sit at your table?'' he said.
''Do please!'' Nare whispered in her tired voice.
''What's your name?'' he asked her at once.
''Nare,'' she answered, smiling.
The coins were still lying on her table.
Pierre looked at the coins and said, ''Nare, wouldn't you mind if I pay for our coffee? It would be my pleasure.''
''Thank you, monsieur,'' she whispered with a shy smile.
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The man stood up and walked to her.
''Bonjour mademoiselle!'' he greeted her in his own language.
Nare looked at him. She didn't know French well.
''Good morning!'' she replied.
''Do you speak English, monsieur?'' she said to him.
''Yes, I do. My name is Pierre. I am working for Air France. I am a pilot. I still have some time before I start my flight. May I sit at your table?'' he said.
''Do please!'' Nare whispered in her tired voice.
''What's your name?'' he asked her at once.
''Nare,'' she answered, smiling.
The coins were still lying on her table.
Pierre looked at the coins and said, ''Nare, wouldn't you mind if I pay for our coffee? It would be my pleasure.''
''Thank you, monsieur,'' she whispered with a shy smile.
The book is available on Amazon.
ISBN-13 : 979-8738513367
https://www.amazon.com/Pilot-Anahit-A...
The Pilot
From my novel
Nare went to the park for her toy plane again and again, but one autumn day she got shocked. The bench was empty. The old woman was not there. A cold wind was blowing through the branches of the trees, and the yellow leaves were falling on the empty bench. Nare thought why the old woman had forgotten her bench. It seemed to her that the old woman might have lost her way to the park, but she would find it soon. Nare went to the park tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, but the old woman was no longer there. Nare understood that the old woman had probably gone travelling through the night stars to find her beloved man in Heaven.
Nare went to the park for her toy plane again and again, but one autumn day she got shocked. The bench was empty. The old woman was not there. A cold wind was blowing through the branches of the trees, and the yellow leaves were falling on the empty bench. Nare thought why the old woman had forgotten her bench. It seemed to her that the old woman might have lost her way to the park, but she would find it soon. Nare went to the park tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, but the old woman was no longer there. Nare understood that the old woman had probably gone travelling through the night stars to find her beloved man in Heaven.
The Pilot
FROM MY NOVEL
THE PILOT
Whenever her co-pilot wanted to know what her favourite flower was, she answered that it was Forget-Me-Not. She thought if John had forgotten her. So many years had passed, so many things had changed. Nare's past seemed a movie she had already watched, and her present was the way of her existence. She flew to different cities, which was her present. She could neither guess nor imagine her future, the scene that would be filmed some time later. Nare usually recalled those museums and exhibitions that she had visited. She turned off the takeoff lights and all gear lights then turned on the programmed autopilot and turned off the wing/ engine lights for rising. Her silver bird was in the sky again.
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THE PILOT
Whenever her co-pilot wanted to know what her favourite flower was, she answered that it was Forget-Me-Not. She thought if John had forgotten her. So many years had passed, so many things had changed. Nare's past seemed a movie she had already watched, and her present was the way of her existence. She flew to different cities, which was her present. She could neither guess nor imagine her future, the scene that would be filmed some time later. Nare usually recalled those museums and exhibitions that she had visited. She turned off the takeoff lights and all gear lights then turned on the programmed autopilot and turned off the wing/ engine lights for rising. Her silver bird was in the sky again.
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The Pilot by Anahit Arustamyan
From my novel
The Pilot by Anahit Arustamyan.
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Nare continued to go to the park after her work every day even at weekends. Her uncle's family thought that she was beginning to go mad. Although Nare and the old woman belonged to different generations they shared the same pain of searching and waiting. Nare saw the old woman sitting on the same bench. Her wrinkled hands opened and closed her worn out handbag time by time. She kept a few old phographs there. The photographs were the tongue and eyes of her past. She smiled to them time by time or cried and put them back into her bag. She would prefer to be by herself so Nare tried to avoid bothering her but one day she cried out as soon as she saw Nare passing by her bench.
''Hey, Mari sit here next to me,'' the old woman exclaimed.
Nare turned to her and smiled.
''I am not Mari. I am Nare,'' Nare replied.
She remembered saying her name to the old woman, but she knew most old people could have memory loss. Nare sat by the old woman on the bench that was wet by the rain which had just stopped. The old woman kept silent for a few minutes then she spoke.
''I have just asked a passerby if he had seen my beloved who was still travelling, and he might have lost his way to me,” she said. “I told the same passerby if he had noticed a man with dark hair and green eyes who was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. The kind passerby turned out to be blind, so I asked his dog, but the dog barked at me.''
Nare looked at the old woman's snow-white hair and understood that the dark-haired man was her lover from her past. It could be the last image of her beloved man that remained in her brain. She still waited for him every day, and in her description he looked like the same as he was about sixty years ago. The old woman continued to speak.
''Mane ... no ... Nare, I met the blind passerby with his dog again, “she said. “ This time he said that he had seen the man I had described, and his dog did not barked at me as the dog might have seen my lover as well.''
Nare got puzzled but she rushed to say that a blind man could not see at all. The old woman looked a bit annoyed, but she did not show Nare her emotions. A bit later the old woman said more to Nare.
''I have asked many people but nobody have seen my lover except the blind passerby,” she said. “He probably saw my beloved man with his blind eyes. It is a long distance from Heaven to the place I am waiting for him.''
Nare's heart filled with sorrows, but she did not cry. Her thoughts were with her toy airplane that Sona lost in the park. Nare did not want to believe that her beautiful silver toy airplane could have flown without her. Nare went to the park to look for her toy airplane without giving up. The presence of the old woman encouraged her. She thought that the old woman's unshiny eyes still kept the hopes to meet her beloved again, whom she had lost long before. Nare went to the park for her toy plane again and again, but one autumn day she got shocked. The bench was empty. The old woman was not there. A cold wind was blowing through the branches of the trees, and the yellow leaves were falling on the empty bench. Nare thought why the old woman had forgotten her bench. It seemed to her that the old woman might have lost her way to the park, but she would find it soon. Nare went to the park tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, but the old woman was no longer there. Nare understood that the old woman had probably gone travelling through the night stars to find her beloved man in Heaven. The woman lived a long life, but her lover went to God so early. Nare was sure that they found each other there and flew together with their angelic wings. The old woman's absence filled Nare's heart with sadness. Time by time she found the bench empty given to the crying rain, but sometimes she saw some other people especially happy couples, sitting on it and kissing each other in sunny days. Nare kept on looking for the missing toy airplane given to her by Gohar. Though she knew that her missing airplane was just a toy that she always imagined its flight in the cloudless sky. The wings of her toy airplane grew larger and longer, and its engine continued to sound in her ears.
The Pilot by Anahit Arustamyan.
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ASIN : B092MXQVJC
Nare continued to go to the park after her work every day even at weekends. Her uncle's family thought that she was beginning to go mad. Although Nare and the old woman belonged to different generations they shared the same pain of searching and waiting. Nare saw the old woman sitting on the same bench. Her wrinkled hands opened and closed her worn out handbag time by time. She kept a few old phographs there. The photographs were the tongue and eyes of her past. She smiled to them time by time or cried and put them back into her bag. She would prefer to be by herself so Nare tried to avoid bothering her but one day she cried out as soon as she saw Nare passing by her bench.
''Hey, Mari sit here next to me,'' the old woman exclaimed.
Nare turned to her and smiled.
''I am not Mari. I am Nare,'' Nare replied.
She remembered saying her name to the old woman, but she knew most old people could have memory loss. Nare sat by the old woman on the bench that was wet by the rain which had just stopped. The old woman kept silent for a few minutes then she spoke.
''I have just asked a passerby if he had seen my beloved who was still travelling, and he might have lost his way to me,” she said. “I told the same passerby if he had noticed a man with dark hair and green eyes who was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. The kind passerby turned out to be blind, so I asked his dog, but the dog barked at me.''
Nare looked at the old woman's snow-white hair and understood that the dark-haired man was her lover from her past. It could be the last image of her beloved man that remained in her brain. She still waited for him every day, and in her description he looked like the same as he was about sixty years ago. The old woman continued to speak.
''Mane ... no ... Nare, I met the blind passerby with his dog again, “she said. “ This time he said that he had seen the man I had described, and his dog did not barked at me as the dog might have seen my lover as well.''
Nare got puzzled but she rushed to say that a blind man could not see at all. The old woman looked a bit annoyed, but she did not show Nare her emotions. A bit later the old woman said more to Nare.
''I have asked many people but nobody have seen my lover except the blind passerby,” she said. “He probably saw my beloved man with his blind eyes. It is a long distance from Heaven to the place I am waiting for him.''
Nare's heart filled with sorrows, but she did not cry. Her thoughts were with her toy airplane that Sona lost in the park. Nare did not want to believe that her beautiful silver toy airplane could have flown without her. Nare went to the park to look for her toy airplane without giving up. The presence of the old woman encouraged her. She thought that the old woman's unshiny eyes still kept the hopes to meet her beloved again, whom she had lost long before. Nare went to the park for her toy plane again and again, but one autumn day she got shocked. The bench was empty. The old woman was not there. A cold wind was blowing through the branches of the trees, and the yellow leaves were falling on the empty bench. Nare thought why the old woman had forgotten her bench. It seemed to her that the old woman might have lost her way to the park, but she would find it soon. Nare went to the park tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, but the old woman was no longer there. Nare understood that the old woman had probably gone travelling through the night stars to find her beloved man in Heaven. The woman lived a long life, but her lover went to God so early. Nare was sure that they found each other there and flew together with their angelic wings. The old woman's absence filled Nare's heart with sadness. Time by time she found the bench empty given to the crying rain, but sometimes she saw some other people especially happy couples, sitting on it and kissing each other in sunny days. Nare kept on looking for the missing toy airplane given to her by Gohar. Though she knew that her missing airplane was just a toy that she always imagined its flight in the cloudless sky. The wings of her toy airplane grew larger and longer, and its engine continued to sound in her ears.
The Pilot by Anahit Arustamyan
THE PILOT BY ANAHIT ARUSTAMYAN
CHAPTER SIX
They both walked into John's apartment, which was a little messy. There were empty beer tins and an ashtray with cigarette remains on the small table. The photos of different sizes were lying on the same table. However Mary's eyes caught the sight of the framed photos, hanging on all over the walls. Nare's photo was looking at Mary through the glass which was wrapped in the bronze frames.
''It's impossible!'' Mary cried.
She was not only puzzled but shocked as well. She first struggled to understand why she was sent to the earthly life as a ghost, after she had died many years before. Mary stopped to look at Nare's photos again and again.
''Whose ghost am I, mine or this lady's?'' she said to herself.
She was lost in her thoughts. She hardly remembered what she looked like when she was alive. She wanted to know why her ghost was so similiar to the Armenian lady, Nare.
'' Smile, smile!'' John said to her. “I will photograph you right now.'' He raised his camera and pressed the button.
To his great surprise the camera failed to take a picture.
''What's wrong?'' he said, becoming a bit nervous.
He knew his cameras were fixed and he always took a good care of them because they were the main tools for his work. Mary noticed John's unhappiness and took the camera out from his hands.
''Let me photograph you, John. I am not as brilliant at photographing as you are, but I will try to take a good picture of you,'' she said.
''My darling, the camera doesn't seem to be working,” said John. “It might be out of order. It was all right this morning. I even took different pictures in the park. I can't understand what has happened to it. Okay, if you want to take a picture of me....but ...you will fail, too. O... I can give you another camera.''
'' Give me the same one! It might work,'' Mary said and smiled.
She managed to photograph John. ''Look, John, what a clear photo of you!'' she said, proudly.
''Now your beautiful face will not flee from my camera any more,''
said John, taking the camera from Mary. ''Wow, blank screen again!'' he cried, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.
He rushed to bring another camera to solve that mystery. When the next camera failed to take her picture, John's hands lost their strength. He dropped one of the cameras. It fell on the floor and broke down. John thought something bad was happening to his brain. He was sure if he had a good sleep, he would feel better the following day. He showed Mary the way to the guest room and went to his bedroom to rest his head. He was still sure Nare was taking revenge on him by calling herself Mary. He was sure that it was Nare, but he was unable to understand why none of his cameras took even a single photo of her. Mary opened the door to walk in. The room was dark as the light was off. Mary was about to turn it on when she noticed a very strange light coming through the closed window. In the white light she saw her favourite angel. It was the very angel who had guided her to Heaven. On the way to Heaven she still heard her grandmother and parents weeping.
''Hello, Mary,'' the angel greeted her.
''Hello, Gabriel!'' Mary exclaimed.
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CHAPTER SIX
They both walked into John's apartment, which was a little messy. There were empty beer tins and an ashtray with cigarette remains on the small table. The photos of different sizes were lying on the same table. However Mary's eyes caught the sight of the framed photos, hanging on all over the walls. Nare's photo was looking at Mary through the glass which was wrapped in the bronze frames.
''It's impossible!'' Mary cried.
She was not only puzzled but shocked as well. She first struggled to understand why she was sent to the earthly life as a ghost, after she had died many years before. Mary stopped to look at Nare's photos again and again.
''Whose ghost am I, mine or this lady's?'' she said to herself.
She was lost in her thoughts. She hardly remembered what she looked like when she was alive. She wanted to know why her ghost was so similiar to the Armenian lady, Nare.
'' Smile, smile!'' John said to her. “I will photograph you right now.'' He raised his camera and pressed the button.
To his great surprise the camera failed to take a picture.
''What's wrong?'' he said, becoming a bit nervous.
He knew his cameras were fixed and he always took a good care of them because they were the main tools for his work. Mary noticed John's unhappiness and took the camera out from his hands.
''Let me photograph you, John. I am not as brilliant at photographing as you are, but I will try to take a good picture of you,'' she said.
''My darling, the camera doesn't seem to be working,” said John. “It might be out of order. It was all right this morning. I even took different pictures in the park. I can't understand what has happened to it. Okay, if you want to take a picture of me....but ...you will fail, too. O... I can give you another camera.''
'' Give me the same one! It might work,'' Mary said and smiled.
She managed to photograph John. ''Look, John, what a clear photo of you!'' she said, proudly.
''Now your beautiful face will not flee from my camera any more,''
said John, taking the camera from Mary. ''Wow, blank screen again!'' he cried, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.
He rushed to bring another camera to solve that mystery. When the next camera failed to take her picture, John's hands lost their strength. He dropped one of the cameras. It fell on the floor and broke down. John thought something bad was happening to his brain. He was sure if he had a good sleep, he would feel better the following day. He showed Mary the way to the guest room and went to his bedroom to rest his head. He was still sure Nare was taking revenge on him by calling herself Mary. He was sure that it was Nare, but he was unable to understand why none of his cameras took even a single photo of her. Mary opened the door to walk in. The room was dark as the light was off. Mary was about to turn it on when she noticed a very strange light coming through the closed window. In the white light she saw her favourite angel. It was the very angel who had guided her to Heaven. On the way to Heaven she still heard her grandmother and parents weeping.
''Hello, Mary,'' the angel greeted her.
''Hello, Gabriel!'' Mary exclaimed.
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The Pilot by Anahit Arustamyan
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The taxi driver offered her a very popular and unique photography exhibition. Nare was not much interested in visiting photography exhibitions as she prefered oil paintings, but she agreed. She walked into the exhibition building. There were many people who were walking up and down and looking at so many different photographs inside their beautiful frames. Nare first stopped at the photo of dolphins.
''This is such joy to look at,'' Nare said to herself.
She moved forward and her eyes caught a young lady's photo. The lady's long hair looked like a waterfall reaching her shoulders. The lady's onyx eyes were looking at Nare through the glass and the golden frame. Nare stopped opposite the photograph of a lady. Nare was motionless like a statue for a few minutes. She stepped towards the photo nearer and nearer, then she covered her face with her hands and started crying loudly without paying attention to the people in the exhibition.
''Do you know this lady?'' Nare heard a man's voice.
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The taxi driver offered her a very popular and unique photography exhibition. Nare was not much interested in visiting photography exhibitions as she prefered oil paintings, but she agreed. She walked into the exhibition building. There were many people who were walking up and down and looking at so many different photographs inside their beautiful frames. Nare first stopped at the photo of dolphins.
''This is such joy to look at,'' Nare said to herself.
She moved forward and her eyes caught a young lady's photo. The lady's long hair looked like a waterfall reaching her shoulders. The lady's onyx eyes were looking at Nare through the glass and the golden frame. Nare stopped opposite the photograph of a lady. Nare was motionless like a statue for a few minutes. She stepped towards the photo nearer and nearer, then she covered her face with her hands and started crying loudly without paying attention to the people in the exhibition.
''Do you know this lady?'' Nare heard a man's voice.
The Pilot by Anahit Arustamyan
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The Pilot is a spiritual novel. It tells the tale of Nare and the people in her life. It explores the mysteries between earthly life and heaven. Separated by distance, even death, from those they love, it reveals how people hold onto hope of reunion.
The Pilot is a spiritual novel. It tells the tale of Nare and the people in her life. It explores the mysteries between earthly life and heaven. Separated by distance, even death, from those they love, it reveals how people hold onto hope of reunion.
The Pilot
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5.0 out of 5 stars Love, Loss, and Flight
Reviewed in the United States on August 24, 2025
Brimming with symbolic encounters, The Pilot by Anahit Arustamyan offers a spiritual narrative built on the foundations of exile, grief, and transcendence.
At its heart is Nare, a young Armenian woman whose farewell at Zvartnots International Airport - “John shot a few pictures of Nare's dark and deep eyes… The iron crane disappeared in the sky” - sets the tone for a story where airplanes become symbols of hope over loss, poverty, and longing.
Nare meets an old man leaving for Madrid, his tears “like rain drips sticking in the deep wrinkles of his cheeks,” and Lucine, a mother burdened by exile and memory. Her interactions with Pierre, the French pilot, a figure who helps her confront her grief, her dreams, and “wounded bear cub” of sorrow she carries, add poignancy to the novel’s surreal, spiritual texture. For instance, Nare believes she flies with Pierre to Paris, only to realize later it was a dream: “Only her flight was unreal. It was her crazy fantasy, which appeared in her dream.”
Arustamyan’s metaphorical prose echoes like poetry: “The airports reminded her of the longest veins all over the world’s body. The travellers seemed to be small and big rivers, flowing through those veins.
If you, as I do, enjoy poetic storytelling with philosophical depth, you will adore The Pilot.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Love, Loss, and Flight
Reviewed in the United States on August 24, 2025
Brimming with symbolic encounters, The Pilot by Anahit Arustamyan offers a spiritual narrative built on the foundations of exile, grief, and transcendence.
At its heart is Nare, a young Armenian woman whose farewell at Zvartnots International Airport - “John shot a few pictures of Nare's dark and deep eyes… The iron crane disappeared in the sky” - sets the tone for a story where airplanes become symbols of hope over loss, poverty, and longing.
Nare meets an old man leaving for Madrid, his tears “like rain drips sticking in the deep wrinkles of his cheeks,” and Lucine, a mother burdened by exile and memory. Her interactions with Pierre, the French pilot, a figure who helps her confront her grief, her dreams, and “wounded bear cub” of sorrow she carries, add poignancy to the novel’s surreal, spiritual texture. For instance, Nare believes she flies with Pierre to Paris, only to realize later it was a dream: “Only her flight was unreal. It was her crazy fantasy, which appeared in her dream.”
Arustamyan’s metaphorical prose echoes like poetry: “The airports reminded her of the longest veins all over the world’s body. The travellers seemed to be small and big rivers, flowing through those veins.
If you, as I do, enjoy poetic storytelling with philosophical depth, you will adore The Pilot.
#bookreview
#bookreviewer
#booklover
https://www.amazon.com/Pilot-Anahit-A...
The Pilot by Anahit Arustamyan
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.
There is something mysterious and mystic. The story is a mix of realistic life events and relationships and something mystical as well.
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