Ilimitado Amor

Unanswered Emotions

On acrossroad stood Annandi and I. Her friends were watching from a distance. Itook a deep breath and begun, "This is the first time, I am doing this. Since the first time I saw you, I started having an inclination towards you. You are the most beautiful girl, I have ever come across. I wish you stay in my life forever. "

She blushed. Her eyes twinkled. There was a charm. I then said, "I love you Annandi." My heart-beats were faster than ever before. I continued, "If you want to say 'No' please do it now. Don't keep it for later." Annandi didn't reply, but her friends signalled her that they were getting late. Annandi without replying said, "We'll talk later."

I returned to my room, but kept on rewinding those beautiful moments. I was so elated that I wrote a poem titled "26/10/18" (the day I proposed her.) The whole night I dreamt about it. I recalled the beautiful expressions' on our faces. I saw Annandi's cheeks grow red, and her face was imprinted in my mind and heart till eternity. Little did I know that things would change and turn against me.

This was the last time we had a talk. We broke for our Diwali-vacations. I did ask Annandi for her number, but she replied with the same statement, "I don't remember it." I also sent her a follow request on Insta, but that still remains a request. I was appointed a duty of sending a PDF related to debating tactics. I had to send it to Annandi and a few more students of our school. I tried many sources like Viraj, Anushka, Priya and even some of her class-mates, but all in vain. I felt that Annandi is thinking I want an answer and thus she refused to talk to me. I contacted one of her close friend too, but she did not reply to it.

I wasn't eager for a reply. All I wanted to do was to send the file. I was very angry and upset. I felt that, just because of a wrong assumption, we could not talk. I had no other option other than applying sources to get her number. I tried my best, but failed to contact her.

I lost hopes of getting her contact. How a small misunderstanding led to a big loss. I was very gloomy I stopped interacting with my friends. There was a smile which wasn't from the heart. My parents understood there is something wrong. They had arranged Maths and Science classes for me. I was already so gloomy, these Maths and Science classes made my cup of anger and sadness overflow.

My grand-mom had come home. She had been a Hindi-teacher in her young days. I was good in Hindi too. Initially, I was a Hindi-debater, before taking English debate seriously. I still had a wonderful command over Hindi language.

I loved my 'nani' a lot. Well mostly everyone loves their grandma, but I had a special attachment to her. When I was in 6th class, I lost my 'Dadi' (Paternal Grandma). Since then my 'nani' has loved me like no one else. Whenever any problem arises, I went to her, and always found a solution to it.

I did not tell about Annandi to my grandma (which I later regretted.) I needed to talk to her badly. Every day passed like a year. Follow-request- not accepted, messages-not replied, friend request- not accepted. I was very frustrated. I decided to confront her when school started.

I and Annandi- two kids, who did not know what true love is collaborated, one became mature and the other pretended to be immature, to understand a heart's emotion. School begun, I again started gaping at Annandi hoping for a talk. After a week, I decided to confront her.

On the same crossroad, where I expelled my emotions, I asked for an answer. Annandi stood there- silently. After a while I spoke up, "It always has been me, who has initiated the talk. I have never known what you feel about me. So this time, it's you who is going to speak." Her friends signalled her to come soon, but I held her back, not physically, but through my eyes. I asked for a reply.                                                                                                                                                                                       -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------