In the memory of patriotic love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Its about a fact of my life and beautifull memories which i am preserving in pages.

Submitted: August 21, 2015

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Those days of college, when i used to be the player of marathon and every day I destined my college to reach at there before any other player reach their. Most of the times, i use to wait an hour outside the college gate and then i entered to see my lovely and lonely class. I set the chairs and reserve some for my close friends. Listening to the lecture and concentrating on a girl right next to me was quite weird and most of the times my teacher thought that i am only the student who could understand a single word he is delivering and the context in which he is presenting, but it was a misunderstanding which usually occurs between a student and his teacher. But everything got cleared when the results come up.
Chat with friends rest of the day and watching the books all over the night was also weird. Each word loading my eyes, putting stress on my brain and strain on all over the body, I remember that i used to kiss my books and love them for hours and then i wake up, lying on my books. I clean my wet lips and let the lovely books rest in their bag. I used to get horny sometimes, while cramming the books but i never got any word in my head, although i released rest of them.
How stupid I was those days, thinking myself to be a hero of the time. A beautifull and lovely princes sitting beside me, a romantic lover with a lovely juliet. I conceived so many thoughts but hardly i could achieved them. And the time came with an unknown knock, probably on my door. My uncle and aunt with their daughter came to meet us. It had been so long to see them. Surprisingly their daughter, who were just 10 years old when i met her last time and now she became so mature that i could not believe on my eyes. Finally! we met but did not a fair talk, as a long time passed away to conceive ideas from each other and to be discovered. So we just had a fake smile on our faces. Her parents went away, leaving her to our home for holidays. I thought that it will be a great adventure being fun with childhood cousine. But nothing happened. Both of us were very reserved but black horses. Then, I got upto my daily routine and started up where i did not have even a actual start ( by means of college ). A pretty but irritating classmate was beloved to me. All boys were irritated by her. She was as a solicitor in herself. Cause her lips were so different, my friends used to call her duck, but not infront of her. Whatever she was or how much irritating she was, I just loved her. I thought her as my first love. But i could not express it to her because i was afraid if she'd complaint the principle, i will be resticated for a while. I was thought to be the most disciplined in boys. Girls had also liked me but as a brother. I was not supposed to be the brother of all girls, i could hardly manage my two sisters at home. I always needed a girl who could be my best friend and to whom i could share my problems.
That was the end of my dream to befriend a girl when a day came up. One of my class girl was flirty and she tried on my boys. My best friend told me that she asked me for his notebook and then returned it with her mobile number written on it. I became alert and then one day she was sitting on the chair on the left side to my chair. My crush (saba) was sitting with her. Saba opened her water bottle but the cap accidently slipped out of her hand and crawled to my feet. I thought its her (komal). Its her trick to contact my eyes and a lovely handy touch while giving that cap to her. But i did not know that the cap was from saba's bottle. I tried to be smart and kicked off the cap to komal. I thought that i had done the most smartest thing. But as the professor went out the class, saba called my name, "Mr. Sulaman!". I looked at her and just look all the time till she stopped insulting me for 2 minutes. I screwed up totally but what could i say except a lovely, " I am sorry". I thought that was the first starement i dedicated to her and probably the last one also. After that all of her friends tammed her of abusive talk and bad tampered. But after that she did not even faced me because now she realized of her mistake. But i got freedom from her castle. I did not think about her after that and my heart torned into pieces, till there was a comming of a new event in my life which is going to change my life.
Getting rid of her memories, i felt bad but free from, "confessing an idea of of love to someone who is rather not even known to one sided love".
To be continued..............


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