From Sweet 16. Seven years ago; I was in the tea shop ordering a glass of tea. Wind was chilling outside. I was shivering due to cold; so do others. The shopkeeper was adding more canes to the fire. The flame raised. I was in hurry to have tea, I wanted to get some warmth. I was sitting alone at the tea shop. I was waiting eagerly for the tea. My eyes got still as sudden clips of someone’s arrival stroked my mind. A girl with her knee long dark hair, slim body and long posture was collided to me and I fell to the ground. My wait gone in vain. Then I revived by someone’s apologizing words. It was a sweet tone of a beautiful girl. ‘Oh! I’m so sorry! Please forgive me.’ ‘It’s okay.’ ‘Sorry, I really hadn’t intended to do that.’ ‘It’s okay leave it.’ I said and rushed to have tea. After that I don’t have clear image of that moment. I was floating with my own fantasy and feelings. My imaginations were colored by tremendous faiths. I was looking to the sea bank where sand grains glittered through sunlight. And in those glitters, I again saw her face. She was the same whom I had loved, the one I treated the most special and close to my heart. I had surrendered myself to her. I was startled again by the chirping of birds. The twitching of coconut trees created the atmosphere of romance. I was alone. I wish I had someone. The long hairy leaves were swinging to and fro along with the air. Lots of phrases of dislikes emerged inside heart. Continuously I was missing her. ‘I hate her, never wish to see her face.’ I was continuously repeating the same sentence. I’m helpless. I can’t confront with all those stuffs. Lying on the beach, I was basking sun and viewing sea tides as well. But every tides and rays make me remind of her. Nothing could delight me only her memories. If she was here, she would make this surroundings blissful. She would have created charisma with her acts. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. She was like an angel who always showers with hopes and beliefs. Meaning of love was illustrated through her to me; the childish and tender guy. Now her memories struck to me. I, stone hearted and emotionless fellow. I hate myself for loving her (in anger). Love is procedure that isn’t to be done. It carries less input and has profound complicated output. No one are insulation proof from love attack. Swiping people the deep core of the bottom of oceanic emotions is the regular task of love. When one gets dived in the love ocean, it’s very hard to swim up to surface. He gets shrunken and more shrunken. However love is also the sweetest experience in one’s life, everyone has to experience. It is the holy hymn. It is divine. Even birds chirp its chant. Love is pure thing from the ages. It also destructs people, it drags people to the euphoric stage and make them let down to melancholic suddenly. One who run away from love are always elegiacally. One who experience this are always proud to feel this.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 11:04:39 +0000
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