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A SAD LOVE STORY
It is said that world is very small and life is too short. So we should enjoy our each and every moment assuming that tomorrow I will no longer. It is true also because the things which once gone will never return back in life. And the most enjoyable and precious thing is love. Yes love. Many philosophers have described the Love on their own way. Some tells that love is a combination of feeling of heart. Others tell that love is a sexual relation between two opposite sex. Some said love is separation and some tells that love is marriage. Different people give different meaning of love.
It can happen with every one even a normal person or a sage in any place any time. Love doesn’t see external appearance and physical structure. It doesn’t discriminate cast, colour of skin, age, level. The most beautiful thing in this world is love. This happens with me also. It is my true sad ending of love story.
My name is Krishna pratap chaudhary. I was born in a rural area in Marchawar, silautiya-2, rupandehi in a small family. We belong to medium level neither very poor nor very rich. To be clear my father was a business man and occupied some fields in which we grows crops.
I still remember that date it was 2008. My story begins from here when I was sent in Delhi for my collage study. I still memorize those beautiful days when I was there. Delhi is capital city of India which occupies abut 10,000 homes. I was embarrassed in city because I have never visited such a big city. Full of crowds and peoples, business houses and industries. Hostel was about 400 meter far from collage so I used my foot to reach collage. Near hostel there was a 2 stored building which was just opposite side of my window. Actually my room was on second floor and compacted with that house.
Any way my dad’s dream was to see me in path of success. My study was good because I understand my parents. I was a prosperous student in class also. I was a quite serious type of boy so most of the time I used to sit on my window watching outside scenery and enjoying with my imaginations. I didn’t have any friends because I was not that type. My room mate use to smoke hump and bunk his classes. I didn’t like that so we were not in good term.
In above paragraph I have mentioned that just beside my hostel’s room there was a 2 stored building. That was house of a retired army. In there family there was 5 members, the retired army, his old wife, 2 sons and a lady. She was a widow. Her husband was killed in an Alkaida attack while doing duty in Kashmir.
One day while I was sitting on my window my eyes got contact with that widow woman. She was staring at me but when she felt that I had known her gaze she turn down her eyes. Well she was a widow woman but seems a bachelor lady. She was really beautiful white face, slim body she looks like she was a young lady of age 19-20. My room mate and other hostel boys used to come in room near window and talked about her. With them I knew about her. Her name was priya. They used to tell vulgar words about her in their talk. I didn’t like their conversations. But I used to sit silently in a corner of bed with my books. Some time they used to rack me but I used to give no any response.
Days were passing normally. One day while I was sitting in my room; hostel guard come to me and asked whether my name is Krishna. I replied yes. He told that some one is calling me on the gate. I was socked; who can be there to call me even I don’t know any one here in this city. Then I thought some one had come from my home. So hurriedly I went down side. I saw an old man of 57 standing at gate. When I went nearer he asked me if my name is Krishna. I nodded my head in acceptance. He gave his introduction. He was Bhanu singh retired army whose home was near my room. He said, “do you know why am here”. I answered no. I was too much scared and my body was severing like I had seen a ghost. I thought that the widow woman had told that I used to see her from my window. Then he started to describe why he was here. “My daughter is a student of ISC and she is poor in math and physics. Her exam is also nearer so please if you could teach her math it will be very great for us. I will pay you for that tuition”. I replied “uncle I don’t need money for that, by teaching her it will help to improve my study too. After knowing reality I got some relief and agree to teach her. I had a question in my mind that why he only chooses me and how did he knew that I am ISC student. Instantly he spoke, “I knew about you with my son who also studies in your collage”. His son also studied in my collage but in another section so I never met him. He fixed tuition time in evening.
Next evening I went at her home. I rang the bell. Door opened and the lady was standing there with smiling face. She asked me to come inside. I went inside and sat in sofa. They offered me some coffee and Army uncle told priya to take me inside drawing room and study. She asked me for this. I went inside the room slowly by following her. Her home was clean decorated with precious things. Inside the room there was a desk and two chairs situated in opposite direction of each other. I sit there with nervousness. She also sits on another chair with her math book. I was aware that she was also getting nervous. We both were nervous. Even knowing her name with hesitation I asked her name. She replied in a sweet voice that her name is priya. And your,” she asked. My name is Krishna.” After a short introduction we entered in study discussion. I teach some question to her. She was giving good attention on her study so that I was getting satisfaction. After teach was over it was time for homework. I gave her 3 questions to solve by telling that I will check it tomorrow. Next evening again I went to teach her. Her face was fresh. She was wearing pajama and shirt. I was intoxicated at her beautiful face for certain moment. She was standing near the chair with blush face. Wow when I caught my consciousness, it had almost passed 5 minute while staring her. I wished if I can hug her tightly. Then after I thought about her dead husband. I really dropped down in dump. I had to remember that she was a widow no way. No possibilities. She was noticing my each and every stare and body language. But she was pretending like nothing is going on. After that I used to come daily to teach her.
Activity of teaching and studying we came closer. We also used to share our personal problems and happiness. Sometime she also used to break some jokes and laugh. Laughing and laughing she used to cry. She told that she still miss her husband too much. At that time I used to convince her not to cry. Now at this time we were so friendly. We also exchanged our mobile no. Some time I used to feel that I am going too addicted with her. It was hard thing to tolerate even a single of minute without her. It was my feeling. I didn’t know why this was happening with me. Some time I used to ask with myself whether I am in love with her. Then her past haunted me. He was a widow of a dead army. It was also immoral and non ethnic for society also. So many times I used to convince myself. Some times I got worried about priya whether she has also such feelings for me. Then again I convinced my self thinking that only I am a slut boy not that lady. She loved her husband too much and no chances of loving a boy like me.
Then After few days I noticed that her attitude and behavior had changed. The way she talked with me was so different. She wanted to touch me and came closer time to time. It was also true that when I got near her I felt a sock in my heart. At all I felt so good that I can’t imagine. Those days were most interesting days of my life. She had started to care me more. Then she started to come on 2nd floor of her house pretends like reading books. I was not so much stupid boy; I understood her body language. I was not only as slut boy but she also. She had also started to adore me. A solid relation was created with her family also. They behave with me as I am a member of their family. They care about my each and every movement and eating habits.
We both were excited. It was last stage of love. My heart was already full with love for her as same her also. This beautiful pouch of love blasted one day. That was Sunday as usual I went her home. She was behaving totally different that day. It looked like she was very happy and scared too. She was exhaling rapidly with high velocity. I didn’t take any time to know that something is wrong today. I sit on my chair and asked for math book. She gave book with shaking hand. After study was over she handed me a thick book in my hand by telling that open it in your room. Still her face was dry and lips were trembling. I was curious so I asked her to open the book in her place but she disagreed.
My stomach pain started then hurriedly I ran towards my cabin, locked the door tightly and open the book. My heart was hammering inside my chest with great speed. And to my surprise I found a letter in the mid page of book. The whole letter was written in Hindi font and on heading my name Krishna This was written in that letter….
My dear, I don’t know it’s moral or immoral but today I am writing this love letter to you. When I first saw you at your window I wish you would be mine and as a fortune I get chance to meet you daily in my home. And I shared my each and every pain and sorrow with you when we were like friend. You already know my past. Today I want to tell you that I love you too much. Mom promise I would never write this letter to you if I would not listen my heart. But I am bounded by my heart. I am also not telling you to love me. It is not necessary to get a person whom we love. So why to worry about that. I told you this because I no more can bear such things inside my heart. Instantly tear this love letter after reading this. I love you in present and will love you forever.
Yours and only yours
Priya

……O my god I got socked. My face became pale and dry. This was my first time when a lady had given me a love letter. I got crazy. It is also true that I was also in love with her so I was too much happy. I was flying in sky. My eyes got wet by knowing that how much she loved me. But this happiness was as much as horrible also to some extent. First thing she was a widow. Love means marry and if I was going to her then whole society will be on contrary of me even my parents also. I was getting hard to decide what to do. But it is said that love is blind. It didn’t see future it wants to live in present. So blindly I also started to love her.
Next evening I went in her home. That day she was already sitting on chair like she was waiting from 1 hour for me. I sit on chair and was pretending that nothing had happened. Her face was dry and quite sad. Then I told I am also in love with you as you. Her dry face became pink like a rose with jumbo smile. Wow! I was in heaven. It is said that the most ultimate happiness of life is love. And I was at that stage.
That day we didn’t practice even a single question and continued to talk loving words by writing in a copy like yahoo chat. I used to write in paper and then she. I returned to my dorm after one hour. I felt that feathers had grown in my arms and I am flying on the sky. I was in heaven, I was in dream, and I was in smell of flower. As usual our days were passing. Our love was expanding and flowering day by day. Now we waited the whole day for being evening time so that we can met each other. Our love was immortal and true.
Then after we started to met in café and restaurants also. I filled colour of love in her black and white life. Again she started to enjoy her life and give more attention in her makeup also. I was a new hope for her life. After death of her beloved husband she was cursed and dumped in darkness. But after getting my warm love again she understands value of life.
That day came when our love became more deep and compacted. There was a weeding anniversary of Army uncle. He used to celebrate her anniversary very deadly by organizing a huge party in his home. As I have already mentioned in above paragraph, army uncle and other family members of family thought me as a member of their family; they give me the whole responsibility of decorating home and arranging all the things needed in party. I was decorating the entire home with flowers from early morning because party was at first hour of night.
That day was the most beautiful day of my life. Priya came out from her room. First time I saw her in sari (party dress) with deep mascara in her eyes and open hair. She was looking more beautiful than ever. Pink lipstick on her lips was adding more beauty on her. I looked like a nymph has drawn from over the sky. She was bothering im my work with her teasing activities. I was getting angry on her but in that anger love was hidden. When I put a flower she took it away. Some time she was stopping my way by standing her beautiful body across me. Ultimately I decorated the whole house. Army uncle was very happy and praised my work. Party was at night time so I had to stay night in priya’s home. All guests came and army uncle cut the cake. We all had our dinner. After party was over it was time of cleaning. Priya was looking so cute and happy because I was with her. After cleaning was over bed was arranged for me in a room. House was big which occupied large number of rooms so it was no problem for sleep.
I went in room where I had to sleep after freshmen. I didn’t lock my door because it is not necessary in some one else house to lock the door. I lay on bed and started to think about priya. I was tired with hard work so I didn’t remember when I slept. I was in dream of priya. She was in my arms and kissing me. Wow it was not a dream it’s true. Priya was on my bed when I open my eyes. I saw my watch it was 12 am mid night. I jumped on my bed with surprise. I asked her what she is doing here in a low sound. The she whispered in my ear, “I am here to love you”. Room was dark but street light from window were making the room a little bright so that I can easily saw her beautiful face. “I love you too much” she hugged me tightly in her arm. I felt that her eyes were wet with tears. I asked what happened. She whispered in weepy voice,” I love you too much and I am scared to lose you. Promise me you never leave me” I gave promise that I will never leave her.
Night was romantic. A little rain drops were falling out side the sky. Flame thundered which burn fire in our body and what? We lost in lust and crossed sensual gate. She was telling that take me away with you in a place where there would be no boundation of life, where only me and you will live. Far away from social boundation under the blue sky where we can love each other freely”. After a long conversation it was 4 pm and I told her to go in her room. But she was not in mood of leaving me. I requested, I gave my promise then only she agreed to move from there.
In morning I wake up and went in my hostels room. That day I didn’t go in collage because whole night I didn’t sleep. At evening I went priyas home for tuition. I entered in drawing room where she was sitting. As she saw me she bowed down her head with shy. O GOD her blushed face was looking so beautiful. After a long call only she replied. She said sorry for the last night. I said proudly no thank any sorry in love. She smiled and we entered in study discussion. And when I asked about her homework she remained silent for few seconds and asked, “Where will be our destination. Can we get success in our love? Really I am worried about it. I convince her not to worry and after finishing my collage study I will ask her for marry with her family. She smiled and started to solve the numerical.
Now we were in deep love. Days were passing. Our life takes a sad turn. She had to migrate UK where there were her real parents. It was so trembling condition for us. One day she called me in her home and started to cry by hugging me. My eyes also got wet because this was the last time of our meeting. Instantly her family saw us while hugging each other. Environment was horrible. Army uncle and his son injured me very badly. She was crying by tell don’t beat him. But they locked her in a room and beat me very badly and threat me to leave Delhi and if would not leave they will kill me. They also rusticated me from my collage. No I had no option So many times I tried her phone but it was out of rich. I was living with her memory. Every night I used to cry for her. One day a message appeared in my mobile. Mobile number was unknown. It was code of foreign country probably UK. This was written in SMS..
“Jaan mai jaa rahi h tumse saat samundar paar.Maine apne love letter me kaha tha ki pana he pyar nahi hota, dur jana v pyar hota hai…mai tumse dur hoke v tumhre paas rahungi. Mujhay jinay k liye ek sahara tumne chod diya hai..yeah mai pregnant hu. Wo hamara baccha hai..chinta mat karna aap mai apnay bacchay ko hamari prem kahani ke bare me bataungi aru jab o bada ho jaye ga usay mai tumhare paas pathaunge. Tumhari judai mujhe jinay nahi dengi par mujhy jina hoga mere bacchay k liye. Tum koi acchi se ladki dekh kar saadi kar lena. Jindgai rahi to jarur milungi tumse. I love you jaan I love you..tumhari Priya.
I tried to recall her in same number but it was picked by her father. I cried and writhed. My life become dull my all dream for her went in vain. Still also I love her. Some time when I read her letter tears begin to rolled down from my eyes. I still keep hope to meet her. I am sure that one day I will meet her and cry by hugging her.