Sunday, 7 October 2012

An Untold Story

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'
"Jab bachche the to khilone tutne par bhi rote the, aaj dil toot jane par bhi sambhal jaate hain" There is a story within each one of us which we want to share. Today I am going to tell you one of such story,that was actually once lived. It is not a fiction or just a heap of thoughts. It is a real story.. An Untold Story that needed to be told...

She choked,as she saw a guy,through the glass wall of the restaurant, fairly handsome, accompanied by a woman, fair complexion, sharp features,black eyes, unlike his, wearing a green sari with half tucked hair, his wife, she guessed. They entered the same place and occupied the seat exactly opposite to her. She tried to escape without being noticed but her glow and sweet voice didn't allow this.

As soon as she made a signal for the bill, the guy's eyes caught her's. After contending the strong winds of demur, and lack of words to greet after 4 years,they were standing in front of each other.

" Hi Varun."
" Hello Simran."

Breaking the long silence of 15 seconds, Simran said, "Its been a long time. Any special reason for coming Bangalore,  office or fun?"

Answer came from the third person who was not introduced till then. 
Shikha: We came here to visit his sister, she is expecting a baby soon.
Simran: Oh, Mini didi or Gudiya did???
This amazed the second lady, she turned toward Varun with a surprised look.
Varun: Mini didi, Simran she is Shikha, my wife...

Before he could proceed a phone rang...
Simran: Hello Sister.....Yes I am coming to pick her, on my way...Thank You Bye.(Putting the phone in her bag) I am sorry I have to leave. Nice meeting you Varun, Take care.
Varun: (With a low tone and a voice which has several questions to ask) You too take care.

Simran drove to St. Mary's Nursery school to pick up her angel, her reason to smile, her love of life, her daughter Saara..She adopted Saara two and a half year ago,she was an infant with big black beautiful eyes looking for a mother. Simran couldn't able to cease her feet from moving toward that angel and she bought her home. Simran's parents were strictly against her decision but were not able to hold their anger for more then a week.Now Saara had become an inseparable part of their lives. 

They are coming back from school in their car when all of sudden Saara asked with her soft voice, "Maa, Papa nahi aaye?"
"Nahi babu, Papa ko aane me time lageaga"

Saara smiled and started playing again leaving Simran in an awful pain. She knew that the moment is inevitable when Saara will come to know about this lie. Saara knew that her father lived in a place which is far far away and one day he will come and play with her. This was the only thing that Simran believed Saara could understood when she first asked about her father.

After driving for about 40 minutes they reached home.

Saara: Nani Nani hum aa gaye!
She ran speedily and jumped into her granny's arms. Saara's sweet face and her touch were enough to make her forgot all about her leg pain.

Simran parked the car in garage and brought Saara's school bag and bottle with her. Her mother had read  her face, but didn't say anything cause she didn't want to hurt her more by pulling the strings. She had been Simran's best friend from the day she came to this world. She supported her in every decision whether right or wrong.She tried several times to convince her for marriage but Simran remained stick to her answer that she can't, cause she is waiting for someone.

That day her wait was over.... but not in the way she dreamed it to be. With this gloomy thought she went back in memories, 6 years ago....

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?????

Varun: YOU...!!!

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.

The next two years of their lives were a completely different experience for both of them. They lived in a world they build for themselves. They do fight but at the end of the day they realized that they couldn't survive without talking to each other any more. Varun handed the full control of his life in the hands of a silly but still mature girl and Simran had accepted him as the guardian of her life. They used to make several promises every time they missed each other, their lives were in the deep stream of emotions.

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).

Simran: Hey, don't worry, You need not to be sorry, we decided we will never go against their wish, they  gave us birth and has every single right to take decisions for our lives, we were mean that we forgot this thing. So its Ok.. We are still friends...

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"

"We get separated because that was required at that moment, our parent's happiness is all above everything, its even more important than our being happy, Move on angel, your mother loves you alot, she prays for your happiness day and night and look what you are doing with her."

"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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35 comments:

  1. interesting read. the message was worthwhile. Best of luck and cheers. :)

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  2. That's a great story Aayu.. Loved your Untold Story :) Good Luck to you :)

    Someone is Special

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  3. nice 1 :)
    folling days u becme an awesome writer.
    and a big hug fr u dear :)

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  4. Very thoughtful & mature... :)

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  5. Lovely story, Ayushi and very well narrated !!

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  6. A lovely story ...All the best :)

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  7. Interesting story - very positive.

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  8. very mature story by you,according to me you can be a great writer if you try.so all the best keep working,guuuuuuuuuud work at all,awesome................

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  9. wonderful read ..good narration..
    All the best for BAT

    I am here
    http://odizzey.wordpress.com/2012/10/07/an-untold-story/

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  10. Exciting one!!! Too godd :) 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!!! Superb one!!

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  11. A very pleasant read, Ayushi! Good luck for BAT :)

    BAT32 - Apala

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  12. hey ayushi,
    all our stories stem either from our personal experiences or from peoople around us.
    nice read.

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  13. This is really nice Ayushi... good blog. :D

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  14. Very pleasant read! :) ATB for BAT!!

    Do visit my entry : http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/2012/10/love-torn.html

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  15. "जब बच्चे थे तो खिलोने टूटने पर भी रोते थे,आज दिल टूट जाने पर भी संभल जाते हैं".
    बहोत बढ़िया की आपकी ऊपर लिखी लाइनों से सुरुवात करके पूरी कहानी में उसका सार नज़र आया
    From India

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  16. I am sure, you must have had moist eyes when you wrote this.. :) I am overwhelmed! *moist eyes* .. :) .. I don't know what to write actually. I think I really liked it..
    All the best for BAT 32 :)

    and you have a follower now :)

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  17. Nice thoughtful post with a message. But somehow it portrays getting over relationships as so easy. I doubt if that would be the case in real life. ATB for BAT!

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  18. Nice post with a wonderful message. Good Luck for BAT

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  19. Really lovely dear :) The essence that you seek through this story add a zink to the title. :) Nice job, hopw you win :)

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  20. Beautiful story :-) i loved reading this.

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  21. your opening line sums it up...nyc one
    ATB for BAT :)

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  22. A very lovely post Ayushi. It is really hard to move on from a relationship that has shaken your roots. A few Grammatical mistakes that you could have taken care of :)

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