This is a story of an Indian young boy who was looking to find her lost love of college. But when he found her he realized that she was very disappointed towards life and was not willing to live anymore. Read my full story to find out what happened...
It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold. I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend's wedding.
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It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding was also going to be a reunion of our batch mates. But what I didn't know was that the reunion would begin much ahead of time; right in the queue in front of the airline counter. I was almost sure it was she.
Same height! Same long hair! Same complexion! Curiosity had my eyes glued to her. And then about 60-odd seconds later, when she turned, she proved me right. My ex-girlfriend stood two places ahead of me in that queue. We had never met after the college farewell.
We had been together in the last year of my graduation. I had passed many memorable moments with Anjali. But then, everything changed when I met with an accident in the final year before examinations, after the farewell party.
I was unable to properly prepare for my final year exams. Our college was the semester wise college and weightage of the final year results were around 80%. I was unable to pass my final year exams and my life shattered into pieces.
Anjali left me after I discharged from the hospital. Although she had provided me lots of confidence, sympathy, and courage when I was in hospital, but I knew that she would leave me. Anjali belonged to a Sindhi family and her family was not happy with our relations. Her father and mother never liked me and they were looking to break our relations somehow.
Sindhi families are more concerned about business than studies and Anjali got admission in the college somehow. Her father was one of the richest Goldsmiths of Delhi Zaveri Bazaar. He had an annual turnover of millions of rupees and he didn't like her only loving daughter, marrying a lower middle class Bengali family boy.
It was not enough that I met with an accident and that too in my final year, when a campus of many multinational companies was being announced by our college. I thought it's better to leave her on her family's decision, because I thought that nothing is left in my life after the accident. I also left Delhi and started to live in Darjeeling, at my Uncle's house. I thought that this is a golden chance for me to tell her that I still loved her.
She was not being married yet, because I didn't see any vermilion on her forehead. I put my right hands on her shoulder. She turned back and almost surprised to see me in front of her. She smirked and asked -
"Oh my God it's you Vikas! I can't believe my eyes."
I also smiled back and replied -
"Yes, it's me Anjali. Where are you going?"
Then, someone from the crowd called her in full voice -
"Anjali, it's becoming late. Come or we should miss the flight."
It was her loving mom who would have come to see off her for the journey. I didn't try to follow her since I thought that her mom would turn eyes on me and become angry. But it was an old saying that the whole world tries to conspire when you wish something deep from your heart, and this had already been started to happen to me.
