Far amazing than what I ever imagined.

She placed a small piece of paper in my hands and blinked her eyes slowly to keep it with me and said, “Read it when I will go.”

“I won’t let you go”, I smiled, “Apoorva, this is the place I saw you for the first time and see, today, I am here with you again. You are the best gift of my life.”

She looked into my eyes and smiled in her most amazing expressions. We walked over to her class and she asked me to go to my class. I kept the note in my pocket and stepped towards the class. It was 9:05 a.m. and I was already late for the class. I sat at the last seat, luckily, alone. I opened the register and took out the note and opened it over the notebook. The teacher like always was preoccupied with the first benchers.

There were few but beautiful lines that she wrote. She is a good writer, I must say. Lucky me!

Now that you are with me, I have got wings to fly, fly anywhere across the sky. Saril, you are the most amazing I have ever come across. Every step that you take, every move you make, I will be walking with you, giving you all your space, yet in sync. I love the way you make me feel. You can brighten up my gloomiest days, I believe in you. Today, I am with you and I've found my soul mate. Thank you for loving me and being who you are <3

I just couldn’t stop myself from staring at the ‘love note’ and read it over and over again. I wanted to hug her, kiss on her forehead and

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The day Today !

Today, I am writing the book, rewinding my life in front of my eyes, and pausing each of the scenes to pen them down. The pressure cooker is whistling on one of the Saturdays, where my mother is cooking Rajma – Chawal for me in the kitchen. The romantic music is making my fingers flow on the beats. Mobile phone is kept on silent; I don’t want to affect my concentration.

I stood up and walked towards my cupboard. Few novels lie in stack at one corner; few read and few unread. ‘We’ used to share the best of the romantic love stories; reading together, looking into each other’s eyes when the romantic part in the novel starts. Secretly or unknowingly, I loved this way to reading together. Sometimes, we wished that our lives were so simple like that novel only. She used to kiss me when she read and so did I in my turns. It gradually became our habit to do the same. There had been none of the weekends in those days when ‘we’ didn’t met for reading the romantic tales. Often, she brought some Maggie to eat over. We saw dreams together. We made numberless promises. We loved every morning, because we knew what they were bringing for us. We knew how much we needed each other and we stayed together. Often when I see her, I love myself for the way I felt about her, every time. She used to write her name on my hands, in her cutest way. I loved when she used to drop a blank text over my phone. We walked whenever any of us was sad. She often used to hold my hands when we walked and say, “Until and unless I am holding you, we will make it”. I loved the feel the way we touched. I still can’t stop myself thinking about her. And this is my problem. Thinking too much, for the dreams and for the future, I will never have.  Turning over the countless pages of the novels ‘we’ shared, I found a

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