The desperation

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A man's desperation to meet his love, his disbelief towards love are no more existent; his love towards her is not only magical but also responsible. Another man's gut to correct his sin and reunite his love to the person whom she loved and a girl who changed herself so much in the name of love that she forgot who she was. and the magical part is; the world being so small and all these people being related to each other, what to know how? this what vague love all about.

Submitted: July 24, 2017

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An unemployed person never has a right to love. Yes, the world feels so. On the other hand, a woman feels so. I do not know but it could the reason for most of the rejections and failures of love. To be frank I never had any opinion in love nor I believe in love and it is stupid to say that love at first sight exists.

I always laughed at romantic, rather dramatic movie scenes where the protagonist falls for the girl at the first sight. He sometimes sees her through the flashes of light, or in the brightness of a candle; maybe sometimes he falls for her when she is helping the needy and sometimes when she is playing with the kids. Sometimes he will be right there to hold her navel right at the exact point before she slips to fall down and his eyes never misses to look straight into her eyes and both of them falls for each other. Sometimes he directs his cupid directly into his eyes. Most importantly heroin would be like a princess in her only but white clothes; the epitome of angelic beauty.

I laughed at myself recollecting all my past. It would be strange to laugh at myself when I was about to die. I do not know if I was really in conscious or dreaming or already dead and it is my soul here thinking all the stuff? I do not know all I can feel is the heat from the bitumen road I was laying and the pain of injuries throughout my body, I can feel blood flushing out, I can feel the tremor and the pain in my heart. I find it difficult to breathe, but my eyes are still open waiting for the second to rest, but it is my little energy left, which is not allowing them to do so. Still the flash of my memories sparked in my eyes, though my head was faced towards the sky, I could not see the sky, It was blurred behind the images I could see.

I saw how notorious I was, as a kid, how I almost burnt my father’s files on Diwali, when I burst crackers inside our home. I remember how he hit me. I remember my first day at college. I remember, I remember her. I remember the girl who changed my life.

I always laughed and never believed in love and I never trusted in love at first sight until I saw her; it happened to me ‘the magic of love’, and ‘the magic of falling for someone at the first sight’. It is true, a real connection between the souls develops and it all happens suddenly. I saw her standing at the bus stop, the bus stop just before the VallyPort apartment. A tiny bus stop I wonder if buses do stop here, but it was me, who stopped here on the other side of the road, on the pedestrian’s way. Staring at an angelic beauty, she was gorgeous; there was some magic in her eyes. Which jumped from her eyes, fell straight into my eyes, and spread throughout my body, like a sweet virus, it struck in my heart finally telling she is the one, my soul awoke happily spreading the talk saying it found a mate, a soul mate. I know she was feeling the same. I can see the spark in her eyes, she was also staring just like me, I can see the finest detail of her expression, though I was looking only into her eyes.

The God of Rains has sent us the flourished rain to mark our first sight a more memorable one, I do not remember how much time we stood there staring at each other, until a bus obstructed our sight. I now realized I was very wet; I waited until the bus was gone, only to find out that she went along with the bus. ‘Oh God’ I was in love’. I now know the bliss of falling in love and the pain of being far from her, but I enjoyed both.

 I went to the same place every day, I stood there waiting for her, looking at her and watch her get into the bus and leave. I loved her; I loved every moment of her, she loved it too I guess, but girls are complicated I was scared if she would came and say I found my brother in you or some illogical dramatic phrases; but she is not so; my heart knew it. 

Her eyes search for me, I thank my friend every day for asking me to wait near that stop, it was because of him, this angel came to my life, from then it became a duty for me, a love duty; to wait for her every day, I loved doing it.  I sometimes also stand waiting for her at the bus stop at evenings, I see her now on the same place where I stand at morning, she finished her office and came back to her house, but I felt bad when she took the other crossing instead of this, she must be scared of me or wasn’t interested in me.

I always wanted to talk to her but I was scared of one question, “What do you do?” I do nothing, to be frank as of now I just love her, but this will not be the answer enough for her to love or marry me.

I decided to go to her and express my love only after I was something. Someone worth, I followed her many times, she would not have noticed me, I found who she was, where did she come from, I learnt about her independent mentality. I learnt she was fearless; she was brave and talented, the more I learnt about her the more I loved her. I loved her name “Priya”, I loved her waist, I loved her lips, I wanted to kiss them, I loved everything about her.

I know she watches me every day. I know she wanted me to speak to her, but I was just waiting for the right time to hit. I loved how she played games to mismatch, the color of her dress with mine. While I try to wear the same color as her, guessing her mood and day, she intentionally wore a different color and waved a smile of victory at me, every time she won.  And I did the same when I won, she smiled back telling ‘let’s see who will win the next day’. May be I should have spoken to her, but my heart was throbbing louder than I have expected.

I was scared, to speak and it has been Nine months since we started, it still feels like yesterday.  My love on her increased day by day as well as the fear of losing her. I was scared if she really was in love with me. On the other hand, was it just an imagination of mine?

I rushed the fastest I could to express my love to her, to explain how I felt about her, how I was always loving her, how I wanted to keep her safe in my arms. How hurt I was in her absence and how I wanted to share everything to her, but obstructed and I realize I was staring at the sky, bloodshed and finding it difficult to breathe.

I was on a happy way to stand at the bus stop running directly from a job interview, which I cracked, but God has different calls for me. Maybe it is the end of my life, as a lover who never let his girl knew about his love.

“What had happened?” I asked drowsily, once I opened my eyes, I still feel the pain of the injuries. I had a rib fracture I suppose, I see a huge band around my leg probably been fractured as well. I exactly do not know what else damaged.

“Thank God, you are alive” My friend spoke, he must be taking care of me, or just flirting the beautiful nurse. She hit my brain now.

“What is the date today?” I asked

“July 20” he told

“I need to go, drive me to Vallyport apartment, it’s urgent,” I cried.

“You can’t walk” he tried to explain.

I looked at the time, it’s already 6 PM, she must have gotten down from the bus and went to her home, I was late and I can’t wait to see her anymore, I was carried onto a wheel chair, I can manage to stand but not for a longer time.

I sat on my wheel chair, hoping if she would come to see me, she might be missing me, I never missed a day waiting here, I knew her address I wanted to go to her flat and surprise her, but I want to speak to her at this place, where we both fell in love. I did not know; from when I have been so dramatic, I was waiting for her despite drizzling,

It would more romantic than dramatic, I corrected myself, I saw her came back, looking for me, she was in a pink casual; she saw me and her sad eyes smiled now, I replied back with a smile, standing for her waiting for her to come to me.

She crossed the road and came to me; she was just a feet away from me. She must have now understood the reasons for my absence last few days. She stood, with a little tremor in her heart, I can hear her heart beat it is romantic.  The drizzles accompanied us, there were no people around and my friend left far, to give us the privacy needed, it is the best time of my life.

I wanted to propose her, I moved ahead, more closely to her by moving my left leg, because right cannot be. However, she responded negatively, she moved behind; maybe she is playing again or did not she really like it? I do not want to think either. I said, “I love you Priya” looking straight into her eyes.

She remained silent for a while, every second passed felt like a year, my heart was pounding waiting to listen her reply, she finally spoke saying “You enquired about me?”

Was she playing? Nevertheless, I was scared again, I do not know if it was the right time, but I was always sure. She loved me, but there was also a tension in me, ‘did I do anything wrong?’ I was asking myself, I moved behind, back to my original place, did not know answer her. Meanwhile she came forward and hugged me.

I looked at her beautiful face, trying to hide in my chest, I took her into my arms and she whispered slowly saying, “I love you”

“I love You Priya” I said again, feeling blessed to be in her company and she asked “What’s your name?”

 “Am Dhinkar” I said looking straight into her eyes, trying to caress her cheek.

An unemployed person never has a right to love. Yes, the world feels so. On the other hand, a woman feels so. I do not know but it could the reason for most of the rejections and failures of love. To be frank I never had any opinion in love nor I believe in love and it is stupid to say that love at first sight exists.

I always laughed at romantic, rather dramatic movie scenes where the protagonist falls for the girl at the first sight. He sometimes sees her through the flashes of light, or in the brightness of a candle; maybe sometimes he falls for her when she is helping the needy and sometimes when she is playing with the kids. Sometimes he will be right there to hold her navel right at the exact point before she slips to fall down and his eyes never misses to look straight into her eyes and both of them falls for each other. Sometimes he directs his cupid directly into his eyes. Most importantly heroin would be like a princess in her only but white clothes; the epitome of angelic beauty.

I laughed at myself recollecting all my past. It would be strange to laugh at myself when I was about to die. I do not know if I was really in conscious or dreaming or already dead and it is my soul here thinking all the stuff? I do not know all I can feel is the heat from the bitumen road I was laying and the pain of injuries throughout my body, I can feel blood flushing out, I can feel the tremor and the pain in my heart. I find it difficult to breathe, but my eyes are still open waiting for the second to rest, but it is my little energy left, which is not allowing them to do so. Still the flash of my memories sparked in my eyes, though my head was faced towards the sky, I could not see the sky, It was blurred behind the images I could see.

I saw how notorious I was, as a kid, how I almost burnt my father’s files on Diwali, when I burst crackers inside our home. I remember how he hit me. I remember my first day at college. I remember, I remember her. I remember the girl who changed my life.

I always laughed and never believed in love and I never trusted in love at first sight until I saw her; it happened to me ‘the magic of love’, and ‘the magic of falling for someone at the first sight’. It is true, a real connection between the souls develops and it all happens suddenly. I saw her standing at the bus stop, the bus stop just before the VallyPort apartment. A tiny bus stop I wonder if buses do stop here, but it was me, who stopped here on the other side of the road, on the pedestrian’s way. Staring at an angelic beauty, she was gorgeous; there was some magic in her eyes. Which jumped from her eyes, fell straight into my eyes, and spread throughout my body, like a sweet virus, it struck in my heart finally telling she is the one, my soul awoke happily spreading the talk saying it found a mate, a soul mate. I know she was feeling the same. I can see the spark in her eyes, she was also staring just like me, I can see the finest detail of her expression, though I was looking only into her eyes.

The God of Rains has sent us the flourished rain to mark our first sight a more memorable one, I do not remember how much time we stood there staring at each other, until a bus obstructed our sight. I now realized I was very wet; I waited until the bus was gone, only to find out that she went along with the bus. ‘Oh God’ I was in love’. I now know the bliss of falling in love and the pain of being far from her, but I enjoyed both.

 I went to the same place every day, I stood there waiting for her, looking at her and watch her get into the bus and leave. I loved her; I loved every moment of her, she loved it too I guess, but girls are complicated I was scared if she would came and say I found my brother in you or some illogical dramatic phrases; but she is not so; my heart knew it. 

Her eyes search for me, I thank my friend every day for asking me to wait near that stop, it was because of him, this angel came to my life, from then it became a duty for me, a love duty; to wait for her every day, I loved doing it.  I sometimes also stand waiting for her at the bus stop at evenings, I see her now on the same place where I stand at morning, she finished her office and came back to her house, but I felt bad when she took the other crossing instead of this, she must be scared of me or wasn’t interested in me.

I always wanted to talk to her but I was scared of one question, “What do you do?” I do nothing, to be frank as of now I just love her, but this will not be the answer enough for her to love or marry me.

I decided to go to her and express my love only after I was something. Someone worth, I followed her many times, she would not have noticed me, I found who she was, where did she come from, I learnt about her independent mentality. I learnt she was fearless; she was brave and talented, the more I learnt about her the more I loved her. I loved her name “Priya”, I loved her waist, I loved her lips, I wanted to kiss them, I loved everything about her.

I know she watches me every day. I know she wanted me to speak to her, but I was just waiting for the right time to hit. I loved how she played games to mismatch, the color of her dress with mine. While I try to wear the same color as her, guessing her mood and day, she intentionally wore a different color and waved a smile of victory at me, every time she won.  And I did the same when I won, she smiled back telling ‘let’s see who will win the next day’. May be I should have spoken to her, but my heart was throbbing louder than I have expected.

I was scared, to speak and it has been Nine months since we started, it still feels like yesterday.  My love on her increased day by day as well as the fear of losing her. I was scared if she really was in love with me. On the other hand, was it just an imagination of mine?

I rushed the fastest I could to express my love to her, to explain how I felt about her, how I was always loving her, how I wanted to keep her safe in my arms. How hurt I was in her absence and how I wanted to share everything to her, but obstructed and I realize I was staring at the sky, bloodshed and finding it difficult to breathe.

I was on a happy way to stand at the bus stop running directly from a job interview, which I cracked, but God has different calls for me. Maybe it is the end of my life, as a lover who never let his girl knew about his love.

“What had happened?” I asked drowsily, once I opened my eyes, I still feel the pain of the injuries. I had a rib fracture I suppose, I see a huge band around my leg probably been fractured as well. I exactly do not know what else damaged.

“Thank God, you are alive” My friend spoke, he must be taking care of me, or just flirting the beautiful nurse. She hit my brain now.

“What is the date today?” I asked

“July 20” he told

“I need to go, drive me to Vallyport apartment, it’s urgent,” I cried.

“You can’t walk” he tried to explain.

I looked at the time, it’s already 6 PM, she must have gotten down from the bus and went to her home, I was late and I can’t wait to see her anymore, I was carried onto a wheel chair, I can manage to stand but not for a longer time.

I sat on my wheel chair, hoping if she would come to see me, she might be missing me, I never missed a day waiting here, I knew her address I wanted to go to her flat and surprise her, but I want to speak to her at this place, where we both fell in love. I did not know; from when I have been so dramatic, I was waiting for her despite drizzling,

It would more romantic than dramatic, I corrected myself, I saw her came back, looking for me, she was in a pink casual; she saw me and her sad eyes smiled now, I replied back with a smile, standing for her waiting for her to come to me.

She crossed the road and came to me; she was just a feet away from me. She must have now understood the reasons for my absence last few days. She stood, with a little tremor in her heart, I can hear her heart beat it is romantic.  The drizzles accompanied us, there were no people around and my friend left far, to give us the privacy needed, it is the best time of my life.

I wanted to propose her, I moved ahead, more closely to her by moving my left leg, because right cannot be. However, she responded negatively, she moved behind; maybe she is playing again or did not she really like it? I do not want to think either. I said, “I love you Priya” looking straight into her eyes.

She remained silent for a while, every second passed felt like a year, my heart was pounding waiting to listen her reply, she finally spoke saying “You enquired about me?”

Was she playing? Nevertheless, I was scared again, I do not know if it was the right time, but I was always sure. She loved me, but there was also a tension in me, ‘did I do anything wrong?’ I was asking myself, I moved behind, back to my original place, did not know answer her. Meanwhile she came forward and hugged me.

I looked at her beautiful face, trying to hide in my chest, I took her into my arms and she whispered slowly saying, “I love you”

“I love You Priya” I said again, feeling blessed to be in her company and she asked “What’s your name?”

 “Am Dhinkar” I said looking straight into her eyes, trying to caress her cheek.


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