"Ishq di mere mitra pehchaan ki,
mit jaave jado zid apnaan di"
I climbed the stairs, lost
in thoughts and saw torn pieces of paper lying around. I looked down, as I
stepped on one such piece and continued walking only to stop a few steps later.
I ran down and picked up one torn piece and read it. Like a thief, I looked
around and then pocketed all the other pieces that I could find and
ran up to my room.
Yes, it was a letter. It
was written in black with fountain pen in
flawless handwriting. It had the same Victorian vocabulary that had got me all excited about love and a lover. It was
about love but this time it was anything else but a love letter. I'll
make a confession here, last time when the letter had come it made me wish for
a lover. I felt, as if I had missed
out on something big in my life and wished and hoped badly for it. This time,
though, it broke my heart.
The letter described why he
had fallen in love with her and how he wished for her. Also, how he knew that
they can never be together not because the society was the enemy but because
she did not love him back. It was his last letter to her wishing her
well.
All our life we meet
people but why is it that someone we can't be together with becomes the most
important person in our lives. All your life you are so sure that something
called love can never happen to you because you are way practical for all this
nonsense but one fine day without expecting BAM!!! You don't even realize it
but something in you changes, somehow you are not the same person because
you secretly start caring about someone. You not only hide this fact
from the world but also from yourself because all the while you convinced
yourself that love is not for you. Here's my friend conclusion to her lost love
“We all need some sadness in our hearts." I think I agree with her and I think I know what love is now.
