Preface~
This story is completely imaginary and is just meant for entertainment purposes. Any scenes mentioned in this story should not be taken seriously. Children below 13 years of age should read only after their parents approval. The author will...
Each day passed by comfortably with us chatting with each other every few minutes.... We went to the English tuition together with our moms... Our moms too had a friendly relation between them if not 'good'. Well I don't know about him, but I used to follow each and every movement of his, his every reaction, the way he holds himself, in each and every possible way I consumed him.... Consumed him in the way he is. Yeah, I was falling for him. It's not that I didn't knew it, I just wanted to keep the essence of feeling first love with me. He ignited that fire inside me that no one ever did, yeah maybe I am still a teenager with no such experience.... But.... Love doesn't need experience...... and it doesn't care about age, caste, gender, status.... It's a immense feeling that everyone can feel for anyone...... It's not bounded under any circumstances.... It's a never ending feeling...A feeling which only our hearts can describe, but never lets our mouth portray it in words.
One fine Thursday night when we were returning from our English tuition, while crossing the railway tracks to get to the other side of the railway station, I noticed him playing a song in his phone.
"Dandelions"
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I thought in my mind, " How playfully he is absorbing the song. How can someone be so ethereal? He touched that part in my heart, where only Taehyung managed to reach... But him? He feels like the lyrics of someone's song that has never been heard by someone..."
Koi Bandhani joda odh ke Baabul ki gali aaun chhod ke Tere hi liye laaungi piya Solah saal ke saawan jod ke Pyar se thamna, dor bareek hai Saat janmon ki yeh pehli tareekh hai
He felt like the missing part of my incomplete puzzle.... The wings needed for my flight... The light to my not so lighted world..... Hope to my hopeless life..... The shayari my heart craved for.... The comfort to my tensed muscles.... The listener to my never ending yapping....
Yeah, I love him..... And that's not just it.... I imagined a future with him already without me realizing it... I am the 'Imagination' girl....and he is my 'reality' boy.
"And when Imagination meets reality, it transforms in a TRAGIC But..... The results are as sweet as nectar... Surely.....Sweetness in air"
दीदार तेरा मिलने के बाद ही छूटे मेरी अँगड़ाईतू ही बता दे, क्यूँ ज़ालिमा मैं कहलाई?क्यूँ इस तरह से दुनिया-जहाँ में करता है मेरी रुसवाई?तेरा क़ुसूर और ज़ालिमा मैं कहलाई
