It's a tale unaltered by time or memory, true to what happened in reality.
We all have read about carefree boy and introvert girl trope penned by authors but how was it in real life ?
As you delve into these pages, at end of my each poetry , I'll s...
he tells me about the earthly wonders and natural beauty
how he dreams of exploring the widest lands
but he has been giving me roots
with the earth in his caring hands
he's mine to cherish
and I'm his to find
darling when your dreams will come true and need a friend
meet me where the reality and dreams entwine
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This one is dedicated to@Pashminaa_ , an extremely kind and supportive reader and a talented poet , her poetry is so vivid and beautifully written. Thank for so much your sweet comments , i really enjoy reading them.
As I walked into the classroom, Saara and Dhriti were already there, having a serious conversation with Shivam.
All three of them looked up at me when they saw me enter. There was something mysterious written on their faces.
"Everything's... alright?" I asked cautiously, scanning their expressions.
"Yeah, no, actually, there's something," Saara said, unsure how to break the news.
Dhriti shot her a look, "Shut up, are you crazy?" she said, trying to silence Saara. "No, there's nothi- "
"You are mad. It's his last day today. How long do you want to hide it from her?" Shivam said, interrupting Dhriti.
"Oh please, you better not say that. You yourself told us just now when you knew it all along," Dhriti snapped at him.
"He had told me he might leave, but I thought he was joking. He confirmed it just yesterday. How could I have told you any sooner?" he argued.
"What is going on? Will someone explain?" I said.
"Yeah, let me," as Shivam was about to tell me, Dhriti cut him off.
"We can tell her. You please leave now," Saara asked him and he left, rolling his eyes.
"What happened?" I asked Dhriti again as soon as Shivam left.
"So...Aadarsh's parents are getting him admission in a different institute. They said they talked to one of their relatives who teaches there, so it might help him better there with the studies and all. So it's his last day today and he will be leaving after that," Dhriti explained.
It took me a moment to grasp it all. It was so unexpected and sudden that I couldn't believe it. Maybe it was some prank. But Saara's and Dhriti's facial expressions told me that it wasn't, and they were serious.
"Oh," that was all I could mumble at that moment.
"That's... that's heartbreaking to know that he'll be leaving," I choked out the heavy words as I tried to mask the hurt in my chest. It was like thousands of bullets were fired at my heart all at once and it didn't die. It still kept beating in its fragments, feeling every ounce of the pain.
That was somehow the worst day of my life. Those four hours in the coaching were the favorite part of my day, where I got to be in the same place with some of my favorite people, especially Aadarsh. But somehow that day, those four hours were like a nightmare. The clock seemed to tick faster than usual, like the day was racing to end.
And before I knew it, the bell rang, as our last class came to an end.
We were all heading towards our respective vans when Aadarsh approached me.
He had a smile on his face. "Hey," he said.
I replied with a simple "hi" when he asked how I was doing. "Good," I said, forcing a smile to conceal the hurt that was tearing me apart inside. "So, are you really leaving or is this some kind of stupid prank?" I asked, my voice trembling with hope that he would tell me it was all just a joke.
But he didn't. "Yeah... I'm actually leaving," he said with his hesitant voice like he was seeing right through me. "It was really nice to know you, Sanya" he added softly, extending his hand for a final handshake.
"Me too," I whispered, my voice barely audible as my smile faded and our hands met. Our fingers intertwined, our palms pressing against each other as if our fates were entwined in a final embrace. His hand was warm and soft, a stark contrast to the cold emptiness that was spreading through my chest.
We shook hands gently. And as his hand slipped away from mine, I felt a sharp pang of loss. My hand felt cold and empty without his touch. It was as if a part of me had been ripped away.
He left me with a heartbreaking goodbye, but also with the memory of that ethereal touch - a bittersweet reminder of everything that he made me feel. A souvenir of our time together that would haunt me for days to come.
I cried that day. I cried until my eyes were swollen and my throat was raw. I clutched the little drawing he had given me days earlier, holding it close to my heart as if it could somehow ease the pain. I replayed all of our conversations in my mind, reliving every moment as I drifted off into a fitful sleep.
As I sat there that day, scared and uncertain, I couldn't help but wonder if this was the end. Was this the last time I would see him? Would I never get to experience his presence again?
But as it turns out, our story didn't end there. How, you may ask?
Well, you'll have to wait and see. In the meantime, feel free to leave a comment - who knows, it might just act as a catalyst for the next update!
It's refreshing to recall all those conversations again, even though I still replay them in my mind. I really enjoy sharing them with you all. I hope you're enjoying reading them as much as I am writing them.
And let's not forget about the poems - after all, this is a poetry collection!
