The lost love
Day 1
The sudden chillness of the rain drop over my
shoulder had paused my thoughts, and I held my hand out feeling the rain drops.
It’s raining. The cool breeze, the blended aroma of sand and water, rustling of
water through the streets made a beautiful beginning of the day. Jogging
early hours is a perfect start for the day. Sometimes I feel nature leaves
certain omens from which you can predict the happenings and the moment I felt
like it’s gonna be a special day.
Entering the college gate, I wished I had won
the bet against my friends: which made me attend classes when all my buddies
enjoying the tinsel town’s new release. It’s the worst thing to do: attend
boring lectures without your buddies.
“Aman, Aman” the voice intensified, “where have
you lost? Answer the question” Shelly, who was sitting next to me, yelled at
me.
“What?? What question??” my instant reaction
which brought me back to my senses and I saw my lecturer glaring at me waiting
for my answer. I hate it, why it has to be me when the whole class is ready to
answer. Result, I was thrown out of the class for which I felt much favored.
Slowly walked to the canteen, which is a perfect
place in the college to pass time. Taking a sip from the coke, my eyes started
scanning every inch of the canteen. I paused for a second when I saw those
beautiful eyes, at the second table to my left, and lost in the gorgeous smile
she was wearing.
The very next moment she stood up leaving the
canteen. I was mesmerized by the beauty she possessed. I dropped my coke and
ran behind her.
Day 2
“Am I really that beautiful?” she asked me in her sweet tone.
Sometimes girls are really stupid or it’s just the fact that they
don’t have brains. Why just they can’t admit they feel good at hearing it over
and over.
“Ilisha", I took her hands into mine "I told you and I
would love to tell you again and again that I almost wished I was blind when I
saw you”, long pause and looking into her eyes I said “you are gorgeous”.
Now, time just ticked and I
never knew what day it is…
She often speaks with her eyes, expressive cute
ones and I just love them. Time just rolled, within a month we have become good
friends. Yes, I said friends, as you know girls just don’t accept it that soon.
“Why don’t you just try that girl, she is a perfect match for you”
Yet another silly question “yeah really? Let me enquire then”, I
stepped towards the girl who she was pointing at.
“I know you boys are all the same”, she started saying pulling me
back “let’s go for a movie, please”
My days started with her and ended with her, yet every day was
different.
Everyday seemed colorful until the Valentine’s.
Night before valentine’s:
I called it as last day for my wait and wrapped a charming
beautiful crystal swan pendant in a box. Over and over glaring at the box I
tried to sleep that night, dreaming about tomorrow.
Valentine’s Day:
The clocked ticked 9:00 a.m. Dressed in white
shirt and blue denim, which she likes the most, I waited for her to show up at
the Blue love’s restaurant.
An hour passed, she didn't turn up. Several questions
poped out of my mind, had a difficult time giving excuses to all of them.
With a down heart, I started returning home. There at the 4th cross second street from St.Mary’s I saw her. Laughing and
giggling sitting in an ice cream parlor. I parked my bike and ran to her.
All the anger, all the frustration has evaporated the moment I saw
her.
“where have you been? I was……..”
“shh!!"she interrupted"I told you I would give you a
surprise and here is your surprise” her eyes pointed the man sitting in front
of her.
Not until the second I could see the obvious before my eyes: she
was accompanying him and was holding a rose in her hand. And both were dressed
as a perfect couple.
“I was about to introduce you to Ivan but thought of giving you a
little surprise and you see now……..” she went on continuing.
Every next word she spoke was a thousand arrow strike right at the centre of my heart, ripping it apart. I turned my back and came out of the
parlor.
It started raining again as in the beginning.
Reaching home I took the pendant in my hand; laid on the bed
staring at it.
Epilogue:
There Aman lay on his bed staring at the
pendant, through the beautiful transparent crystal pendant his colorful
memories flashed, suddenly his heart felt heavy, tears gradually blocked his
sight filling the socket and sprung out of his eyes which never blinked again.
LOVE is essential in life but never start treating Love as
life.
