Sunday, October 20, 2013

True love: Does it really happen??

Recently, various confessions pages have just erupted over Facebook. There are confessions about colleges, localities, parks, trains and what not. While many are just love proposals or comments deriding someone, some confession touches your heart. Following is one of those…

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24th may 2013 was the day which changed my views about life. 

My roommate at IIT had fallen in love in the 3rd year of our college to one of the most chirpy, flamboyant girl of our batch. I had no particular reservations for their relationship other than the fact that they were quite opposites. My buddy was shy, intro and she was totally different. Also I felt that she did not love my friend as much as he did. It might have been because of my prejudices or her nature, but I had this feeling that she took their relationship very lightly. But whatever be my notion, both got along very well. We graduated and I got placed in USA and left and my friend got placed in a good company in India. We kept in touch for a few months but like it happens, we got busy in our lives and could not interact much. I shifted base to USA and my links with India got completely cut off.

After nine years, I am on a business trip to India. Feeling nostalgic about the place and missing the times I spent here, I thought of meeting my college friends and contacted many through Facebook and likewise. I tried contacting my roomie but met with no responses. When seven of us met I got this news that my roomie died 5 years ago in the Delhi. I was shocked and couldn't sink in the fact he was his parents only son and that troubled me more about how those people would be surviving. So I took his address and went to meet them.


When I entered the place (a simple yet utterly beautiful one) I found a group of four, 2 old men and 2 old women were having their evening snacks and were smiling, laughing and talking. I went on and introduced myself to them they all greeted me with a lot of love and asked me to join in and served me some tea. I took it and was at a loss for words on how to ask them about how things have been over the years. So I decided to leave and as I was about to rise, the gates opened and my friend's girlfriend entered (I thought so these two finally married). She was surprised to see me and welcomed me and asked me to stay over the dinner. After a lot of pestering I agreed and later mustering a lot of courage I asked her so how's life? To which she smiled and replied good. After a moment silence she continued "We were happy, very happy together and were about to get married when tragedy strike. I was devastated but then I looked at these 4 people (his and her parents), decided that I would have to move on. I bought a new place brought in all four together and are now living happily." She said when I do something for them I know Shubhu (my friend) smiles and it’s his happiness that I always wanted. I asked her how she is managing. She said love is not only about his physical presence in my life it is about celebrating togetherness and that we do each day with our parents and I know somewhere he is also around here watching our every move keeping us protected. After listening to all this I realised the strength of their love and couldn't help envying my friend on how lucky he was to have found this girl who is selflessly busy playing her role in their relation without the society bound order of marriage etc. I can’t help feeling small at the girl's immense strength and pure love that their relation stands on. I realised how wrong I was in those days. She said she has enough memories to last for a lifetime and said. "log aksar humse humari khushmijaji ka karan pucha karte hai, toh hum bhi palat kar kahte hai, huzoor aapki zindagi mein yaadein hai par humari to har ek yaad hi jindagi hai" (People often ask me about the reason for my happiness. I reply back to them, you have memories in your life but my life is all about my memories).

A huge salute to you girl and lots of respect to you. Indeed life is beautiful it’s just the matter of ones view to take the challenges.

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I don’t know whether the entire episode occurred or not. I don’t know whether this confession was a made-up story or a heartfelt acknowledgment by a guy on how wrong he was about this girl. It all comes down to what you want to believe.


Disclaimer: The #confession have been edited tits and bits to make it presentable and remove some errors. But the spirit of the confession has been retained without any changes. Translation has been added.