Let me tell you a love story today. What I am about to tell you is absolutely true, the fact that I am stressing on this is that it may seem untrue at times. But, life is weird we must agree.
Some time back when I just finished college I got talking with a very old school friend of mine. She was very sweet , I thought so , further, I was excited at the prospect of our first meeting. I concocted some weird story about luggage and got my train ticket through Delhi. First time in four years I changed my route to home. But, in love you do many things for the first time.
I landed in Delhi and her sweet voice echoed in my ear. She insisted we meet at her house first. I was ok with anything just a little scared to meet her parents. And as me and my chaddi buddy rode from Noida to Kausambhi in a tattered scooter and ill fitting helmets, I felt the air amusingly inviting and head lighter than normal.
She lived on the 12th floor, and I took stairs to make a more permanent mark in memory. And, wow, when I saw her beaming face I forgot my own name. I won't get any mushier here. Love at first sight, of course it happens ,like a thunderstruck man i followed her into her house. We sat and talked of old memories, I was laughing unnecessarily now that I think of it but she seemed to like it so I didn't stop.
And that was the start of my own sweet love story. I never turned back , I did everything a good understanding boyfriend would do for her sweetheart and even more. That 'boyfriend' part I assumed unknowingly, blind to the fact that realities could be grossly different. So was life, happy, I visited her sometimes and I called her always and that was good.
As magically as this romance had started it started to fade away. I tried to hold on, I tried to fight, I tried everything. Ah! a fool I was because in the matters of the heart there is no trying, only things happen and they don't. And they didn't.
Last month I got a call from her. She is getting engaged to some family friend's rich son, rich son of a bitch. She says life goes on, you must move on too. I said the love was mine, let it be so.