Friday, May 01, 2009

The boy who loved

He was waiting at the bus stop for the next bus involved in some natural talents like birdwatching and sight seeing around the place. Being a Saturday morning had many girls ready to go for those awful tuition classes, mostly everyone when by the bus. Anyways, as a matter of fact He was going for the same thing too. It was a day that was going to change his life for ever.His eyes were glued on this girl, gazing, like she came beyond this planet. And this guy could be called an eye-a-holic even. As he watched by, she got in the next bus.


Love lasts so long because we are gradually learning more and more about the initial personality that one fell in love with at first sight. He was determined to get what he wanted. Couldn't wait for the sun the next day! Came to the bus stop to find her. They say that, Patience is not only a virtue, but an acquired trait. Still could be even his instinct to wait for someone for so long. She came in pink. He couldn't resist asking her name. But still his mind said no. Carp!

A week passed on its own. Next saturday, he came with a friend. And then it happened. She was a friend of his friend's friend. Damn connections that makes life easier or maybe just his luck. That made things easier. He came to know her name. He phone number even. And finally called her. He even managed to get a photo of her from his friend.

Then it happened. College, he got admission for engineering and she was going to pursue degree. Even he thought of joining her college, just for her. He did even give the admission forms to join that college to her. But fate, changed it all. And the fact that she was Muslim, seized his dream run. Everything was limited to just seldom phone calls and dreams and love songs, normally Oru Venal Puzhayil...from the Malayalam movie Pranayakalam, 'cause he believed that it resembled his life!

Once Charlie Chaplin said, "Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even your worries". I always feel that's so true. Times changed, the race against the syllabus had less time for his emotions.

It spread like the swine flu in our hostel rooms. His love was going to get married!
Married? Yeah, she is going to get married, its fixed. - he said.
He smiled. He left. I knew his heart. Following days, he seemed happy and normal. True love is hard to leave behind. Still its not all going in your favour. Her marriage was a couple of days ago.

Once Charlie Chaplin said, "Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even your worries".



This is not my story. It's my friends. His love. I think I shouldn't reveal who. Anyway, I'm writing for him. True love is hard to leave behind.

6 comments:

  1. oye boaziii,,
    wuchu mentn the 1st letter f the name f the boy hu loVD??>....

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  2. Its not fair to say his name, still its not me, still it starts with a 'V'onderful letter ;)

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  3. boaz..y dont u write sumthing abt ur life too ;)

    true love is hard to leave behind...dats true..i suppose...nd wat abt crushes....?? :D

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  4. Good creation brj.

    keep going

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  5. Something about me...hmm.. lemme think about that...


    starry maybe i should write one about u guys... ;)

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