Whenever I pass by....

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Whenever I pass by that part of the road from where I can see her place, my eyes always search for that small temple. Even today I don't know this temple belongs to which God but I do have a very strange connection with it.... I saw this temple  for the first time when  we were trying to  get apart for the first time. We thought there is no future for us together. We both were very determined that we should not be together and we should not talk any more. I still remember that moment of my life….It was Eleven at night. After dropping her to the hostel, I was walking down the street alone when I saw that temple  for the first time. I don’t know  why but I stood in front of that temple and asked the GOD "Is this the end of our friendship/bonding/togetherness/ Love?”  You call it fake/imagination whatever but believe me I got an answer - "No, this cannot be the end, there is so much more you both need to create together". Whether it is our stupidity or care for each other, we tried couple of times more to get rid of each other. We could not succeed. At the end of it every time I found myself standing in front of the same temple asking the same question and getting the same answer. But one day we did something unforgivable thing and both of us was not in a position to forgive each other... I thought, this is the end.  It was Twelve at night and I was in front of temple, but this time I was very  sure that "yes this is the end" and I really wanted to end this. But to my greatest surprise I again got the same answer "No, this is not the end, there is so much more for both of you". But this time I was not ready to accept this. Months gone by, years passed. During these  years, whenever I went to Bangalore, somehow (do not know why) I always visited the temple for two minutes not for any prayers and not even asking the question but I don’t know why. Sometime you don’t know even the meaning of you’re your action. Slowly I started believing that yes so much more is pending between us to share , to live, to laugh, to cry together and to fight together ... yet to see whether its just my imagination or actually God is guiding me…..     

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missing those days

Submitted: May 25, 2016

Whenever I pass by that part of the road from where I can see her place, my eyes always search for that small temple. Even today I don't ... Read Chapter

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