LOVE IN AMERICA

PROLOGUE

"Sir the tap is closed. You need not worry about it." I said.

A person dressed in black suit, turned his head to look at me. He was about eighteen or nineteen years old. Black eyes, jet black hair and a white-shining face made him look artificial. 'Beautiful' is the word you can use for him.

"Sorry sir, you were looking at it for the past ten minutes. I only wanted to help you", I said, when he looked at me.

"It's okay", he said. He smiled at me. His smile indicated his goodness. It made him look even more beautiful. Anyone in my place would have been amazed at his charm. It was really very difficult for me to put my eyes off him. I wanted to just keep looking at him but it was not proper to do so.

"Sir, if you don't mind, can you tell me why were you looking at the tap for so long?" I said with great courage.

There's a long story behind it", he said. It looked as if he wanted to share some painful experience with me.

I became curious. And, I think, he noticed that curiosity in me. So, after a while, he said, "Come, sit here. I'll tell you about this".

We sat together and then began a conversation which can almost be termed as a monologue.

PLAN TO GO TO ANOTHER CITY

I don't know why I started loving her or how I started developing a strange feeling for her. I don't know whether she was the reason behind my success or she was responsible for the saddest phase of my life.

Sometimes, when you get a girl after many hardships, pain and especially sacrifice, then you may not have that much love for her. When she wants over-attention from you or when you are always the beginner of the conversation, then the relationship degrades. You should not always hide your feelings and love. Sometimes, it is necessary to express your love. It refreshes the relationship.

Perhaps, I also had the same experience related to this.

I was still in the secondary education group while my neighborhood children had passed the whole of it. 'Pass' was, in fact, the word to which my teachers were allergic. They had bored my mind with the word 'toppers'.

For people, toppers are special human beings. They are alloys which is a mixture of gold, silver, platinum, diamond, pearl and a little bit of soil too.

I had never allowed success to get into my head. I used to talk to everyone with a smile. This behaviour of mine was also taken as an advantage by others to misbehave with me.

Usually, a successfully student keeps other students at an arm distance. He talks only to his fellow toppers. When he talks to failures he tries to talk to them in their style to show that there is a part of casual nature in him too.

Carol was not a topper. Carol is the name of the girl about whom I am talking.

Carol's full name was Carol Agresta and mine was Cyrus Cilestino.

There was another girl. Her name was Katie Rose. She was just the opposite of Carol. She hardly called me Cyrus. 'Cyril' and 'Casper' were her habitual words but 'Cyril' was her favourite.