The meaning of Love

Prologue

'I as a responsible citizen of my country believe that the future of our country depends only and only on the students of the country. And I hope that the management and staff of all the schools and colleges are trying their best to give students what they need. Thank you'.
I ended my speech and was walking towards the stairs when I heard someone crying behind the stage. I was very curious to know about the person and the reason behind his cry. But in a minute or two I was surrounded by the students.
I was in ST. Michael's High School to deliver a speech to the students about what to do in their school days.
The dinner was organised by the management of the school and the Principal was in a great hurry to finish the program. We went to the place where the dinner was served. I just took a piece of chapati rolled it with panner and had it placed in my mouth when a peon came in and informed the Principal that 'Arjun' collapsed when he was transporting books to the library. We all kept our plates on the table in front of us and ran quickly.
In no time we were in the library where Arjun was lying unconscious. We picked him up and made him sit on a chair. Someone had already called the ambulance and the ambulance came within no time. We helped the men who came along with the ambulance to get Arjun inside the ambulance.
I asked the peon,' What was the matter?' The peon replied in Hindi,' Sir I don't know anything, he was crying for more than a hour and now this happened'.
I remembered the cry behind the stage and was now very much curious to know his story.
I took my car and drove to the hospital where I came to know that Arjun had popped a full bottle of sleeping pills.
The doctor said, ' He is out of danger but needs rest'. I sat down on a chair in the corridor for three hours when the doctor approached me and said, ' He is perfectly fine and you can now visit him'.
I rushed inside the room and saw the young, handsome face for the second time. He had perfectly trimmed hair and perfectly shaped beard. A perfect height gave his personality a boost. His face showed feelings of anger, frustration and hate. I took a chair and sat besides his bed and said,' Hello, I am Gaurav Mestry. What's your name young man?' After two seconds he replied in a soft voice,' I am Arjun, Arjun Naik'.
' Arjun I want to know your story, will you please tell him about your life?' The soft voice replied,' I am sorry I will not waste my time in doing so and remembering my fucked up life again'. I tried to convince him. I said,' I didn't wait for three hours to hear this, please tell me your story I am very curious to know about you, maybe I could help you'.
' You will just waste your time listening to my story, if you are ready to waste your time then.....' I nodded and he started his story.