Thursday, 14 July 2016

Purest Form of Love

Year 1975
It was the darkest era of Indian democracy when the country was wrecked and swamped by the waves of emergency. All of our fundamentals rights were suspended and country’s future became pensile. The Right to Life also became threatened but in these all odds, the Right to Love was still existing in the letter and spirit.
She was born into a small town of Haryana and grew up in a fairly rich and liberal family. Her estrogen started sprinkling early and defeated the chronology of her age. It was all because of him. She was madly infatuated by him. His testosterones weren’t less mischievous and naughty. They also responded with an equal torque in those days.
They brew the initial bonds of their relationship in the neighborhood of their locality. Due to paucity of space and proximity of their houses, they baked their relationship further through those rapid and swift looks of each other which were stolen out from the time when ever they got any chance.
In the year 1975, she had already sailed through her teen-age. She had already entered the domain of “appropriate marraige age standards” according to the society.
With every passing day, their love cruised through the ups and downs of the daily life of that small town. The love between both of them had already been barbecued in the blazing day-light with neatly penned down letters and mouth to mouth messages through CIA and KGB like friends.
Her parents had begun the hunt like the Scotland Yards to find that “one in million”. On the other side, his family had been contemplating to move out of the town due to their fading business.
An almost accomplishing love story between both of them had begun to drag over the coals by the events which were unfolding in their lives. Their lives started sinking into the floods of tears and depression. Those letters became a rare event and those mouth to mouth messages had already been extinct.
He moved out the town with his family and she was tied with some other “one in a million” - The son a………Landlord

24th June, 2016
Today,  They both will be rejuvenating again after 35 years.
They haven’t seen each other even for a single time in last 35 years. They both have their grandchildren now. 

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