Love
"It was one pleasant sunday morningand he was learning how to ride a bicycle. It didnt take him long to learn riding it. He was riding it very well. But suddenly he couldnt balance it and fell down. It pained, he was wounded, but was happy atleast no one was watching. Not for long. He suddenly heard someone laugh. He turned around and saw a very pretty girl standing just behind him and laughing ... she looked so pretty when she laughed. This guy couldnt stop smiling and in few seconds joined her in laughing at himself :)
Next day she was there at his place with her mom. They were their new neighbours. He was so happy.She was 3 years younger to him and had joined his school. Every basket ball or football match, his eyes would search for her. Every run he made,every goal he made was for her, to show her. He introduced her to his group of friends. She was so close to his friends, his younger sister..so comfortable with his mother. He liked it a lot.
He completed his studies...and went to a different city for his job. Though he had a busy schedule he missed her, missed talking to her, missed every moment he had spent with her.
He decided that the next time he would go home he would tell her that he liked her a lot, missed her a lot. A year passed away. He could never tell her. When they met, they would talk, smile and laugh but he could never tell her what he felt for her.This diwali he had to tell her. It had been 2 hours and they were talking. Infact he was listening to her, her soft sweet voice and he remembered that she had planned to do a course in fashion designing and asked her about the same.
The next day he left, some urgent work suddenly cropped up :)
Two months later she called him, marriage was postponed to february. He had received the invitation card. He told her that he will try to be there on her wedding, unless some urgent work turns up. He never attended it.
Only he knows how he spent that evening, knowing that his love,the one he loved ever since he understood what love is, was getting married to someone else..."
Next day she was there at his place with her mom. They were their new neighbours. He was so happy.She was 3 years younger to him and had joined his school. Every basket ball or football match, his eyes would search for her. Every run he made,every goal he made was for her, to show her. He introduced her to his group of friends. She was so close to his friends, his younger sister..so comfortable with his mother. He liked it a lot.
He completed his studies...and went to a different city for his job. Though he had a busy schedule he missed her, missed talking to her, missed every moment he had spent with her.
He decided that the next time he would go home he would tell her that he liked her a lot, missed her a lot. A year passed away. He could never tell her. When they met, they would talk, smile and laugh but he could never tell her what he felt for her.This diwali he had to tell her. It had been 2 hours and they were talking. Infact he was listening to her, her soft sweet voice and he remembered that she had planned to do a course in fashion designing and asked her about the same.
She said it wasnt possible anymore. He was surprised and asked her why? Before she could reply his sister, who had joined them, said,"She is getting married this december." The girl added,"Nothing decided yet. We will meet tomorrow and I will tell my parents that I didnt like him. I dont want to marry now. " He was shocked, didnt know what to say. All he said was, "hmm". Next day she was there and they were talking again. His sister was there with them. He was waiting for her to leave. After she left he asked,"So what about your course now..you doing it"She just smiled and said,"Yeah even he wants me to do it,but after marriage...."And all he could manage saying was,"thats nice"(but you had told me something different yesterday).They smiled.
The next day he left, some urgent work suddenly cropped up :)
Two months later she called him, marriage was postponed to february. He had received the invitation card. He told her that he will try to be there on her wedding, unless some urgent work turns up. He never attended it.
Only he knows how he spent that evening, knowing that his love,the one he loved ever since he understood what love is, was getting married to someone else..."