The destiny of love
His
eyes could never forget her dazzling persona, as she couldn't forget his
shy demeanour. Whenever she walked towards him to talk, he would
pretend as if he were a different person. Her expectations to know him
by a glance further, mostly craved only dismay as he never gave her a
chance to peek through his thoughts, the real thoughts. It wasn't his
mistake either that he didn't speak to her, the manner she was willing
to speak to him. It was just the way he was, as a person, unable to put
his thoughts clear for the other person to contemplate. It was because
she felt they connected through the indulgence of their eyes, slowly
that was giving form to innumerable ideas and dreams about each other
for the two of them. It was the mistake of the person Arun was, that
whenever she came nearer, he would unknowingly lose his balance, the
control over his speech; he couldn't be himself. For, he had had a
miniature fall for a moment.
Arun wanted her to remain in his vicinity and generate curiosity to know him. They knew they could well interact with eyes, that they connected very much. Whereas it was in behaviour, that the problem arose. He got sidelined or shy whenever she took a further step to approach him, for friendship. His tone and expressions well amused her, and she could curb thoughts enough in her mind that he wasn't the person, he was showing from the outside. His inner being was what she was desirous to befriend and friendship was never any sour or evil. Why couldn't a boy and a girl be friends, she was landed to ask this, getting a little hang of his psychology. About what ruled this boy's mind, she would often ask her spirits, she would ask her heart.
In talking to him, she was nowhere trying to say him that she loved him, because it was a faraway emotion to encounter. It was mere likeness, and in that lied no scope for love, if there was no reply in senses that matched from the opposite sex. Likeness for friends was what made the friends sit and interact, it was not any exclusive feeling that was out of the box. Likeness and love were not one, there was a wider difference. Likeness could be for many, love was for a special person who held the breathe in love's portrayal ever blossoming.
Arun was just out of the track, did he himself know who he was? She pondered about gravely on sitting with her group of friends in the front lawns of the school, during the break time; when they were eating, singing, matching one other guy with the other girl. Swati saw him wandering lonely in the front lawn, glaring at the bricks that were painted with different colours by the school arts maintaining team.
People are different, aren't they? She kept on grasping this novel idea, but not getting much of it and thinking to let Arun be what he was for himself, she crept with the idea of enjoying the break time. In her company of friends who loved one another beyond bounds (in the sense of friendship obviously), as they could talk about the news of the world. Whereas, a bit jealous or rather silly Arun walked his walk in his lonely lands of dreams.
Neither good at studies, nor good at handling relations with people, if he was good at anything, then it was for maintaining a distance from any group fights that would splurge in from any other counter of the big lawns where the students played and spent time. If not bad, it wasn't either a justified statement to put forward that he didn't fight. He did fight, out of respect, when others laughed at him; threw chalks at him, he couldn't pause but get back at them, to use his muscular power to tell those idiots that he was no less in fighting the fights. That he could also face any fancy hero of the town, who tried to dodge his peace. Arun was well built with qualities of a sportsperson. He played squash by himself, until a junior intended to join him in the squash courts. So, there were less prospects for other boys to confront his strength, so they let him be at his usual spot. But, again the ambiguity turned alive its new leaf over Swati's mind. Why isn't he selected in the school team? He plays better than the four guys who presently air in the squash tournaments in the school or outside. Swati could well frame the reason, that his being introvert was biting upon his own labour and that Arun could introspect for his better, to not let others laugh at his inadequacy to know his talent.
Why was he misunderstood in his life, where lied the problem? After wondering all this, she thought to let it be. Why was she giving so much importance to him. Did he deserve her time, no; he didn't, because he never gave any emphasis to think that she wanted to be friends with him. She just forgot him in weeks and months and forgot him to the extent that she didn't think about him, even after seeing him pass by from the playing field. He was a no one to her!
In days to follow, Swati and Vivek got intoned into the bond of love. The love that they had felt for each other, had its very strength lying in the friendship that they had carried from a long-long time. They had given time to the thoughts and emotions that linked them and brought them closer. Vivek had proposed her his love and she accepted his attention and told him, he didn't matter any less to her. When this news reached the public eyes, the friend's congratulated the love birds. It was Swati and Vivek holding hands and telling the class about themselves. Everyone creaked into laughter and surprise outlining this connection. In all the faces of joy and surprise, there was still one face, holding self to not break into tears, if that were the only possible relief. He stepped out of the class and, this well said his heart.The boy who couldn't speak in his inability to utter his love had to let his love sway into someone else's heart. It wasn't digestible an emotion in the eyes that had love for her. In his hearts of heart, he had very much space for her, dreams to be with her. It wasn't her fault, why would it ever be? It was he who stayed back, even when she gave him enough freedom to talk to her. Love if not reciprocated, could turn towards its denial. One thing was clear that she didn't love him anymore, if he had ever felt that she did out of nowhere. So, he sat aback in the broken pyres in the ground, grasping in the situation. Only to get back to where he belonged, to his class while watching the two lovers sit together on the same bench, and stare into each others eyes with affection, with deep interest and solace. When she could find the greatest peace by resting her head onto his shoulders. Love had met its eyes, whereas, the love that was sitting deprived, had lost its being in the midst of being unknown to itself. Arun knew, he would never forget Swati and above that, he would never forget, his lacking to frame his heartiest expressions of solitude, of agony or of happiness. Life was what it depicted in that sound reality, away from the wonderland. It was just that. It was life, to experience while learning from the past. Arun moved ahead as did the time and the bond of friendship that had taken its beauty to love, for Vivek and Swati.
Arun wanted her to remain in his vicinity and generate curiosity to know him. They knew they could well interact with eyes, that they connected very much. Whereas it was in behaviour, that the problem arose. He got sidelined or shy whenever she took a further step to approach him, for friendship. His tone and expressions well amused her, and she could curb thoughts enough in her mind that he wasn't the person, he was showing from the outside. His inner being was what she was desirous to befriend and friendship was never any sour or evil. Why couldn't a boy and a girl be friends, she was landed to ask this, getting a little hang of his psychology. About what ruled this boy's mind, she would often ask her spirits, she would ask her heart.
In talking to him, she was nowhere trying to say him that she loved him, because it was a faraway emotion to encounter. It was mere likeness, and in that lied no scope for love, if there was no reply in senses that matched from the opposite sex. Likeness for friends was what made the friends sit and interact, it was not any exclusive feeling that was out of the box. Likeness and love were not one, there was a wider difference. Likeness could be for many, love was for a special person who held the breathe in love's portrayal ever blossoming.
Arun was just out of the track, did he himself know who he was? She pondered about gravely on sitting with her group of friends in the front lawns of the school, during the break time; when they were eating, singing, matching one other guy with the other girl. Swati saw him wandering lonely in the front lawn, glaring at the bricks that were painted with different colours by the school arts maintaining team.
People are different, aren't they? She kept on grasping this novel idea, but not getting much of it and thinking to let Arun be what he was for himself, she crept with the idea of enjoying the break time. In her company of friends who loved one another beyond bounds (in the sense of friendship obviously), as they could talk about the news of the world. Whereas, a bit jealous or rather silly Arun walked his walk in his lonely lands of dreams.
Neither good at studies, nor good at handling relations with people, if he was good at anything, then it was for maintaining a distance from any group fights that would splurge in from any other counter of the big lawns where the students played and spent time. If not bad, it wasn't either a justified statement to put forward that he didn't fight. He did fight, out of respect, when others laughed at him; threw chalks at him, he couldn't pause but get back at them, to use his muscular power to tell those idiots that he was no less in fighting the fights. That he could also face any fancy hero of the town, who tried to dodge his peace. Arun was well built with qualities of a sportsperson. He played squash by himself, until a junior intended to join him in the squash courts. So, there were less prospects for other boys to confront his strength, so they let him be at his usual spot. But, again the ambiguity turned alive its new leaf over Swati's mind. Why isn't he selected in the school team? He plays better than the four guys who presently air in the squash tournaments in the school or outside. Swati could well frame the reason, that his being introvert was biting upon his own labour and that Arun could introspect for his better, to not let others laugh at his inadequacy to know his talent.
Why was he misunderstood in his life, where lied the problem? After wondering all this, she thought to let it be. Why was she giving so much importance to him. Did he deserve her time, no; he didn't, because he never gave any emphasis to think that she wanted to be friends with him. She just forgot him in weeks and months and forgot him to the extent that she didn't think about him, even after seeing him pass by from the playing field. He was a no one to her!
In days to follow, Swati and Vivek got intoned into the bond of love. The love that they had felt for each other, had its very strength lying in the friendship that they had carried from a long-long time. They had given time to the thoughts and emotions that linked them and brought them closer. Vivek had proposed her his love and she accepted his attention and told him, he didn't matter any less to her. When this news reached the public eyes, the friend's congratulated the love birds. It was Swati and Vivek holding hands and telling the class about themselves. Everyone creaked into laughter and surprise outlining this connection. In all the faces of joy and surprise, there was still one face, holding self to not break into tears, if that were the only possible relief. He stepped out of the class and, this well said his heart.The boy who couldn't speak in his inability to utter his love had to let his love sway into someone else's heart. It wasn't digestible an emotion in the eyes that had love for her. In his hearts of heart, he had very much space for her, dreams to be with her. It wasn't her fault, why would it ever be? It was he who stayed back, even when she gave him enough freedom to talk to her. Love if not reciprocated, could turn towards its denial. One thing was clear that she didn't love him anymore, if he had ever felt that she did out of nowhere. So, he sat aback in the broken pyres in the ground, grasping in the situation. Only to get back to where he belonged, to his class while watching the two lovers sit together on the same bench, and stare into each others eyes with affection, with deep interest and solace. When she could find the greatest peace by resting her head onto his shoulders. Love had met its eyes, whereas, the love that was sitting deprived, had lost its being in the midst of being unknown to itself. Arun knew, he would never forget Swati and above that, he would never forget, his lacking to frame his heartiest expressions of solitude, of agony or of happiness. Life was what it depicted in that sound reality, away from the wonderland. It was just that. It was life, to experience while learning from the past. Arun moved ahead as did the time and the bond of friendship that had taken its beauty to love, for Vivek and Swati.
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