LEFT NO STONE UNTURNED

One day, I was sitting at the backbench in the classroom and was making noise. As the lecturer in the class noticed, made me to sit in the front bench beside a girl. I was nervous and a bit of shame. I saw her face from the middle of her hair fell on my face when the wind hits. Her hair was smooth and was attracted with the fragrance. Silence occupied the space. Later, She called me and asked; would you like to come out with me there's a fest in the other college? I acted as if I was busy but inside I felt very happy.

I told there was a problem with my dress. She replied, you were perfect. I smiled and went with her. Her complete attention was towards me. And we enjoyed playing basketball. We were a team in every game and made up many memorable high fives later. The badminton clashes. We were not perfect but the pair was impaired. We really had a very bad Xpressio black coffee and both were drinking because of not embarrassing each other. The company of her was delightful. The next day, we met again in the college and spent time. She used to sit beside me in the class. The backbench became the benchmark for our love as that was always vacated for us. We used to make noises, play games, laugh, talk and fight in the class. She usually beat me and make my hands red. Obviously the whole class was jealous of us. And rarely if I sit beside any other girl, she used to occupy the space between us.

Both were always late to the class. We went on a run to every class and bunk some classes for the fests. Always used the Proxy formula to answer the attendance. Both used to roam the whole college and fight in between and reading out her childhood Diary which contain lots of dirty English was pretty. And her bag contains a lipstick, small faced girl in the Aadhaar, an eyeliner, a file and I didn't know why she carries an exam pad as I always go to the college without a bag. She used to be back of me as a child in my anger times and acting like a child to convince me. She told, she was straight and eager to know about boys. As the days passed she felt closer. And the days started with wake up calls and the nights ended with sleepless talks. I don't know that I fell for her. 

One day, we both had Chili chicken and Chicken pasta for lunch as we made our college canteen a mess and in the evening we ate Maggie and that day was beautiful walking on the footpaths of the streets of Delhi. At the end, she confessed that she really didn't want to lose the time spending with me. That rose up my heart beat. We made many mischievous things as we went to many college fests secretly without having ID cards. She changes my what's app dp on her mood. We both had a different style of dressing sense as we always comment on each other. Number of chocolates were shared and many childhood pictures between us. Those were the times, I caught smiling myself. Her smile and cry make me adorable and wanted to tell her, I'm always with you every time. The rivalry was that she used to come and take me from the company of my friends. 

We sit on the grass and dream to reach to the sky through the Ray's of the sun in the cold winter.

I was happy heart fully after many days. As we wanted to spend time together, most of the time we fed our stomachs with delicious street foods of North India. I used to drop her to the flat. Sometimes she used to call and talk whatever she wanted to, before my response as she didn't know my phone is on speaker. My phone used to love her talks. We don't even know how much close we had become. I love to share my past, and she gives the expression that she doesn't even care about that. 

Bare foot on the grass, quarreling like a scar and laughter remains all through the space, at the end both miss our souls while leaving.

  

As the days passed, we thought of having a promise to make our bond stronger. We made a promise at a place where many of the wars have started and held with peace meetings. Later, we agreed that if she was angry, I must convince and same applies to her and if both were angry, the toss would be answering who must convince.  

That evening, we broke up with a clash and the agreement didn't really work. I had started a war and I have to end it not by winning but by losing. That was my mistake that I asked her to leave as she couldn't reach my expectations.

The very next hour, I realized and was waiting down before her living place, and made many excuses but no positive replies. Crying under shower, waiting at the backbench and follow through the college gate, but the hope thrown me back to my room. I have never cried that much before. I started working against the clock keeping my life aside. Her beautiful talks and gossips made were revolving around my head. The places we had roamed before, now became very pathetic without the presence of her. She didn't know that I came running from the India gate and by catching metro in middle to meet her in the flower show. I think I was late that day. I didn't know the value of her while she was with me and got to know only when she left.

Missing her highness, missing her care, missing her joy and missing her fragrance.

The only motto in my brain is not to lose her. If I lose, I'm lost myself forever. Felt a pain in my heart through the veins. I made a role-play by showing how much I love her. I had burnt my picture from separating her picture from it. That day, I really lost myself. That was the day, I fell down from the high sky.

At present,

We are patched. We both are the guitarists and are making concerts. Sometimes I sing and she plays the guitar. We play guitar in the streets of Connaught place in every weekend as the streets were just like the streets of Rome. Our best memory is that I am singing a song dedicated to her, and she's playing the music and my eyes gone to the beautiful hair which was in the air. Both go to the coaching class and to the college daily. We both sit side by side in the classroom, fight each other, help in exams each other. We roar at the festivals in the college. Both are to the same goal of becoming a government officer. She taught me to play volleyball as she is the champion which made my hands injured. We became the super pair of our college.

She doesn't cook. So I used to cook for her. She loves my style of chicken.  Never used to miss the fetish food on the streets of Majnu-Ka-tilla and the beautiful scenery of the Hauz khas lake was very mesmerizing. Punjabi thali is the best. Bags full of shopping in sarojini nagar market and chandini chowk. Feeling the cool breeze in a hill station and even long drives are added. Walking on the road near Lal Quila and having an ice cream in the temperature of 9⁰ C is so desperate. The life is on Cloud nine. Going to the places that we can't even pronounce. We made a wall of memories. We like to roam as we made as there were no streets left in the Delhi.

Stayed late night with her practicing a new song. I slept late at night.

The next morning....

I woke up, the present was a dream. I am back to my failed life in which I have left out with studies, coaching and guitar. I sleep all day dreaming of her and watch movies at night. This is my imperfect life. I came from a traditional Indian family who are believed to study more and was sent to Delhi for higher studies for making my family proud. Never minded, My dreams vary. The guy with a little beard and sleepy face waiting for the beautiful, sharp eyes and the pony girl. The beautiful chats make me smile and cry till date. My mind is completely filled with the memories of her.

The same day, I slept again I never woke up back again. Doctors stated that it is Takotsubo cardiomyopathy. My heart also burnt as my picture. Takotsubo cardiomyopathy is a heartbreaking syndrome which will be getting after a heartbreak. I have lost in the war completely.

The days spent with her were shorter than the days I cried for her.

My soul to her,

And now, I may never be express my heart to you. You may have to understand my feelings on your own. I may not be able to tell you that how much I love you. I may never be back of you. I may not be able lo laugh with you. If u are bullied, u will never be able to call me to fight. My body can be buried but my soul still lives in the memories with you. Hey running after you is like chasing the clouds. I tried at the eleventh hour but you kept me at your arm's length. If you miss me, I'll be there in the gloom of the sky. I'm watching you from the high. I'll never leave you. The most beautiful thing happened in my life is you.

Eight years later....

The girl has been married and had a baby, named by the name of mine.

This story is about a true love which is unnoticeable.  There is not a single percent of lust in this story. And I'm not habituated to bad things. It's a pure and transparent love. So don't blame love, blame yourself for what happened. Love is not about killing the person or abuse or harass the person or throwing acids on her face. It's about the trust on the person and the understanding. Love doesn't lie in your hug or a kiss. It lies only in the understanding. The person's soul still lives on in his memories with the memorable persons even after his death.

Falling in love is an art, decide whether to sacrifice LOVE for LIFE or the LIFE for LOVE.