Friday, 31 January 2014

A love story which cannot be defined.

She was in 9th. He was in 8th. At that time they had no clue what love was. But in
the campus whenever they used to see each other, they felt a sense of joy. He is used to glare right in her eyes, making her blush. And that blushing of hers made him smile like a kid. He was drawn towards her like a plant in a dark corner towards a wedge of  a light. They just used to see each other but never had a talk. May be in their mind they thought these feelings were love. They were right. As time passed their feeling got stronger and they called it love. Yes at such a young age. As it is said love can happen with anyone and at anytime. All thanks to his sister who was her best friend.With time, their Bond got stronger. Love got deeper. Whenever she used to walk along with him, her scent, her joy and her love everything was felt in him. Moments became Days. Days became months. and Months became year. But their love never changed, it just went stronger and stronger with time. They used to smile when together. His every breath had her name. And her every day was his. But as feared by every teenager even he also feared of  'Love in College'. As she was going to start it an year before him.. It gave him more reasons to cry and make him believe it was his love's demise, his demise. On the other hand she stood like a wall with a heart. Much stronger than he thought. Than she thought. Always making him believe that she's going to be with him because their souls are interwined. She was his colour and his light. She was the vessel into which he poured himself. She gave him shape. Structure. Feeling. Sense. His love. His Infinite Joy. His Madness. But the devil was planning a cruel heartless ending. An ending which was not supposed to come but eventually came. She was in the college. He was still in his intermediate. She still had that believe of never leaving him and always be a part of him.  But He moved on to drugs. Turned into a chain smoker. This feeling had driven him into an alchoholic stupor. Not because he loved it but because he thought this all can replace her. But unfortunately She wasn't a habit to be replaced.. She was his love of life. She with all her heart tried to be with him, every night telling him that she is his part and they are never going to be apart. Unfortunately at that time he wanted nothing but his end. So she decided to loose him. Decided to loose her true love, not because she no more loved him but because she was TIRED. Tired of loosing. Tried of him
confessing every night that he was high on drugs. Tired of late night cries and on one night he didn't confess, she didn't cry. It was over. She was done. He was finished.  Atlast the addiction overshadowed their love...But She still loves him and he still loves her. She is left with nothing and He in his one hand had her photos in his phone which all he had to keep him from crashing through the world like a falling stone and in
another DRUGS.

No comments:

Post a Comment