In a world where love is a foreign , he has found his guiding star. Desperate and unwavering, he pleads for just one chance to prove his devotion. She, lost in a life devoid of affection, sees in him the promise of a profound connection she never be...
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February '24
An year had past, after the fateful event of life, everytime my subconscious mind reminiscent those horrific moment,my body erupts of goosebumps.
But I was wrong, wrong in judging myself, wrong in judging the situation, wrong in judging her.
Love, the blissful feeling is universal, everyone has right on it, but no one should force it, that only can bring destruction. And that was the moment,when I decided, I might not have right to make her love me, but no can forbid me to love her.
And my unrequited love would be the living testament of my trial towards the attaining forgiveness of my sin. Maybe I was not made to be loved, but I could love and I would love.
It was again the annual inter-college competition, how fluid the time is , yet again it is eternal, such a opposite meaning it possessed.
I was standing at somewhere in middle, from where the stage was clearly visible, yet I am away from point of attention.
The names were being announced, her and him, they were partner yet again, and they would win this yet again. And I could not be more happy than this. I used to heard that, the day one would understand the real essence of love, he would not get any heart break from that day. Love is not about getting reciprocated, love is a feeling, where you adore a person without any written bond or relationship. It's everlasting, it's aeonian.
At the starting of the song, a silhouette of man and woman, dancing at the beat of music was visible. With the song progressing, a team of female dancers all dressed in sky blue traditional bharatnatyam attire was visible, syncing every mudra with every beat. With the hook line of the male portion, he turned towards the audience, and chorus of female swooning over him erupted from the spectators. No wonder more than half of the female students from this campus, even from post graduation and super-speciality block.
Decked in a yellow dhoti with traditional drape, his torso bore a red angavastram, coupled with traditional jewellery which often bharatnatyam dancer wore. His eyes were enhanced by application of Kohl, with the mudra of special part of the song, he looked regal, majestic if not.
With the continuation of song, the female hook line came, and a female dancer, who was in shadow of him, turned towards the audience, and as if my breath got caught.
It was her.
Dressed in a regal red bharatnatyam attire, she looked like celestial nymph. Her Alta adorned fingers were expressing every mudra of the said song. Her feel, coloured with Alta, adorning with ghungroo, matched every beat of the song. Her waist was wrapped with a majestic waist band, along with her splendid jewellery, she looked like a dream. Her hair was embellished with a three stepped tiara, which ended with a not so large mang-tika at her forehead. But the thing which caught my attention in a whim was her nose rings, each on one side, the one in the septum kissed her luscious red lips every time she moved.
