This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 32; the thirty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'An Untold Story'
The day had just started, Simran,a second year engineering student,wearing white kurta and chodidar with silver bangles and a colorful notebook in hands,a bit stressed expression on face,was walking toward her coaching and trying to call a number repeatedly. "I don't know what I did this time, O God please help, Mr. Varun Sharma you are a dead man today, wait I am coming". As she entered the class room she found Varun was already sitting there, she was murmuring something all the time and didn't pay any attention in class. After the class was over she started chasing him and caught him in the basement garage.
Simra: What is going on Varun? What is your problem? What wrong I did this time? Did I say anything wrong? Any body said I did something wrong? What happened? What do you want?????
This was the only word that came out of his mouth, and which changed their lives forever. Simran loved him from the starting of their friendship but she knew its easy to be friends rather than anything else.That entire day Simran tried to convince him that relationship will demolish their friendship too, but the only thing he was ready to settle on was to call her his official partner.So in the evening she said Yes.
They were so involved in that new life that they forgot everything even their parents. Their families knew all about their relationship but were not happy. Still they never said anything to them, cause they had trust in their kids and believed they would soon realize what they were doing, and it was not termed as wrong in the society they lived. But one day they were left with no options.
Varun and Simran were sitting in a restaurant, simple furniture, dim light, no music. They ordered a sandwich and a coffee but didn't want to eat a bit of it.
After a long silence, Simran said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Varun: We are left with no option. You know our parents will never allow this relationship. I am so sorry that I can't stand by the promises I made. But I love you and will always do. My maa has asked me a favor and I can't let her down.. ( his throat choked, he was just about to cry).
They sat there for about half an hour, silently, looking each other and trying to hold tears within their eyes, like that was the last time..
In the last year of the college, they stayed as friends, although it was very tough but they were still in love and were not ready to lose each other. Staying as friends was the only option to be able to see each other.But Simran never losses hope so she decided to wait for him till the end.
By the end of the year they both were placed. How this happened they never came to know but they lost contact and were not able to find each other till that day.
A knock at the door brought her back in present. Her mother told her that its Varun, waiting for her.
She didn't want to go cause she knew she would start crying, but she gathered her courage and stepped out of her room.
Varun was alone, in the same attire that he was wearing in the restaurant. As she went near him, he said, "If you are not tired, wanna have a walk?" She looked at her mother and nodded. They moved out and started walking on the jogging track of the park in front of her house.
Simran: Howz life Varun? You are happy na???
Varun: Yes I am happy beacuse my parents are happy. They got everything and have nothing to complain about. They say its beacuse of me, so I am happy. But why are you keeping yourself imprisoned in this cage of loneliness.
Simran: Who told you this? I am completely fine. I have maa and saara with me. Had a perfect job and reputation in society, a house and everything in that I needed.
Varun: You always want a HOME not a HOUSE.. Why are you not getting married?
Tears had started making her vision unclear, she shook her head and tried to say something in her low voice but nothing came out. Varun made her sit on the bench, held her hand and said," Simmi, Being with you in those two years was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to my life,."
" I learnt alot from you, to be strong, to stand beside your family when they need you and most important to be true from heart, and I am doing the same. I still adore you and misses you so much... But dear love is not always about gaining.. sometimes you have to lose even the thing or person you love cause this is the only thing you could do"
"You are a wonderful girl and will have a great life ahead so Move on.."
Simran finally busted into tears like she hadn't cried for years, she hugged him tightly and whispered "Thank you...."
She rubbed her eyes like a baby and said good bye to Varun, who was the guy she loved most in her life, with lots of wishes for a brighter future.
She came back. Saara was standing at the door, they smiled and Simran took her up in her arms and rushed straight to the kitchen.
Simran: Maa, I am so sorry.. I have been the reason of sorrow for you, for so many years and you never showed me this..I am so sorry maa.. (she started crying again)
"No my darling, (by rubbing her tears away), you are my life my baby, your every tear is the reason of my sorrow.. So stop crying I can't see you like this. I don't want you to live like this, but also don't want to force you for anything. Cause I understand what you have been through."
Simarn hugged her, like she did never before, they were crying and smiling at the same time and Simran said,"I am ready maa, I am ready to do whatever you want.. I am ready to move on...
Break up and Patch ups, they are the part of everyone's life.. When any two break up they used to blame their partner, that because of them I am suffering like hell and because of them I am having this situation, but no one never ever thought if that person had never been to your life you would probably didn't ever realize what exactly love is. Love is a sacred feeling, respect it, adore it and love it.
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