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IN LOVE : ONCE & FOREVER....

  PROLOGUE:

  Many wait for someone to fall in love with

  In my case, it is you, only you

  Why because I have fallen in love with.

  Everything in my life went normal,

  In the midst you happened,

  My heart got besotted with all your thoughts

  And my soul got tangled with all your memories

  Now I could realise how my life has changed in fractions of a second,

  I don’t know what the consequences are,

  I just want to see your face,

  Talk with you, listen to you,

  Cuddle you, hug you and lose myself in your arms.

  I yearn, to do everything you wish,

  I want to remain as your pride, your joy, your smile, your heart and your love.

  I like to share all my moments and

  Spent my each and every day with you, and

  In the end of the day, no matter of the things that have happened,

  I wish to confess you,

  Since the day, your fragrance came along the love breeze

  I have fallen in love with you

  ONCE & FOREVER….

 

  1.FINGERS CROSSED:

  “When I saw you for the first time,

  Your gaze took my soul and you became my life

  Though I breathe, I don’t live

  So give my life back or take my breath away…”

  Will I ever say these four lines to her? Yes I will. Shall I say it tomorrow? No, not so earlier…I questioned and answered myself, to decrease the nervousness of the big day lying ahead.

  Tomorrow I will get the result of my class 12th board exams. I am a little concerned, not about the marks because I know I have given my exams well. What I am worried is that she may not come there, and I may not be able to see her. However, I pinned my hopes on my instincts, which murmured in my ears,

  “Go to the school, she will surely be there."

  I am bored because I have been thinking about this continuously for the last three months, right from the day I finished writing my last exam. Nevertheless, I could not do without thinking of this. Lying in the bed, I thought about the same thing again. I felt tonight will also end as another one of my sleepless nights as it has been for most of my past 90 nights.

  ” Let me check how my instinct works.” I said to myself and closed my eyes. That is the last thing I remember before I fell asleep.

  “Wake up Krishna, it is too late today. It is nearly 8’o clock,” my mother shouted.

  I realised that I fell asleep the previous night, because I am waking up now. After a big yawn, I saw the clock. The time is exactly 8’o clock. I got up from the bed, and went to wash my face.

  My mum after arranging the bed went to fetch my morning coffee. For these seventeen years, I have been drinking the morning coffee before brushing my teeth. This might be the reason why my mom’s coffee tastes good only in the morning.

  I told my mother that the coffee tastes too good (first lie even in the very morning, who knows how the result might turn out)

  My father came to the kitchen, saw me sipping coffee with a meditative look on my face, and asked,

  “Will you get above 80%? I know you will, but I just asked you."

  I was a little irritated with this because it might be the 100th time he is asking me the same question since the day I finished my exams.

  “Who knows? I wrote the exam well, but I don’t know how many marks they are going to give me. Wait for another three hours but till then don’t pester me pa…” I said with a touch of asperity.

  I know why my father is asking me like this. It is because he has a doubt that I may disappoint him as I did with my class tenth results. Huffily I got up and conducted my daily morning business. Before I was ready, my father got ready, and he was waiting for me eagerly.

  My mom combed my hair neatly and caked my face in talcum. Even so, it is really the kiss given by her in my cheeks, which made my face pretty, as it blushed with bliss when it got its kiss.

  Though I am seventeen years old, I am still a kid to them. I am a pampered kid even now as I have always been. I am their one and only son. They brought me up with much affection. They never raised their hands to hit me, not even once in their life, though we have quarrelled many times.

  As my house is small, the distances between our hearts are also smaller. Other than the three of us, there lived another member who never paid his rent for staying with us. He is none other than ‘happiness.’ I know I have been gifted with many things in my life, my parents were the greatest of all.

  My father and I reached the internet centre at 10’o clock. They are supposed to publish the results exactly at 10’o clock but in our country, it means that the results will be available at 10:30. Therefore, we had to wait for another half an hour. I saw my father sitting, full of eagerness and tension as if he had written the exam and it was his results he was waiting for. I know there are thousands of thoughts running in his mind. However, he is reticent because he knew very well that in this tension, I would get angry if he asks something to me.

  After half an hour, my class 12th result flashed on the screen. I turned towards the left to see my father where he is sitting before. He was not there so I turned right and there he was looking excited. He shouted my marks loudly, patted me, and once again

  He exclaimed, “95%, I never thought of this! I never expected that my son is going to get these many marks."

  He was very much happy in that moment. With his happiness it seemed that, he will even reject a life in heaven to live these seconds on Earth. Even I was on the top of the world, for in that special moment I have made my parents proud.

  Later, he immediately took one rupee coin from his pocket and went to call my mother in order to share his happiness with her, like he did every time. ” I am going to school to check out my friends marks,” I said to my father, and I headed towards my school.

  I reached my school gate at 11’o clock. On reaching my school, my heart started to beat twice faster than before. I went towards the board kept in our school ground, in which our results have been displayed. As I started moving, I saw her at a short distance. She was busy seeing the results.

  My whole body perspired. I am fully tensed than even during the time of my result. I went near her. She saw me and smiled. I too returned a smile.

  I am very much happy that my instinct has at last worked out. Since I have another instinct whispering in my heart, it is,

  “I am the one who is going to marry her."

  I then asked her how much percentage she has earned. As I wished, it is a little lesser than mine. She asked my percentage, and I said that to her.

  “Which college have you planned to join?” I asked her suddenly.

  Little surprised by my question,

  “Not yet decided, I will decide it in the counselling” she replied.

  Then I saw her, seeing all her friends’ marks. I too put my fingers on the board to check out the marks my friends have scored. I first went to Syed and then went for the others.

  After that, I wished to get away from that place while she was still standing there. I do not know why I wished so. It might because I do not wish to talk with her when her father is standing there with her. I normally do not care about these things, and then I thought,

  “Why do I wish to get out of the place while she is still sta
nding there?” I swear I really don’t know why I wished like so. It’s something I would regret in my life forever. It might be because I warned myself,

  “What you are doing here? This girl is not going to be in your story for a long time then why you are still here and hurting yourself.”

  When I went out from my school and saw it from the outside it appeared as if I am seeing my school for the last time. At the second, I saw my school, I realised I am missing my paradise. Because,

  “School is not only a place, which is filled with buildings and trees

  But it is also a relation to which half of our soul stays with

  When we come away from them,

  Making us remember the places:

  Where we once attended classes,

  The place where we once sat and had fun,

  The place where we once shared our food,

  The place where we once bunked our classes and roamed,

  The place where we have been there once

  And spent the happiest moments of our life …”

  I am worried as much about missing my girl as missing my school. If the places where angels live are called as the heaven, then my school is the real heaven for me because I had my angel near to me only there.

  As I was walking in the road, the thing, which everyone says, happens only in the films, was happening to me at that time. She was going in front of my eyes with sitting in her father’s scooter. I saw her face. She smiled and shook her head with a flourish. I reciprocated the same to her.

  I realised this moment is going to be one of the most beautiful moments in my life because this moment is mixed with pain and happiness. The happiness for I got this moment in my life, which I yearned for. I got a