THE LAST LOVE LETTER(NOVEL-SERIES)
BEFORE YOU READ
This story is based on a real incident. It is about a boy and a girl, both from same state but
from different places,both from same school but of different religion. Their first meeting was accidental but soon they become good friend and gradually friendship turned into love. Will their love get success instead of having powerful resistance like caste and religion?
from different places,both from same school but of different religion. Their first meeting was accidental but soon they become good friend and gradually friendship turned into love. Will their love get success instead of having powerful resistance like caste and religion?
Let's find out. The story has been written in first person. read it and enjoy it.
THE LAST
LOVE LETTER
It was Sunday
morning. I was purchasing rations and kitchen materials from a shop. I asked
the shopkeeper the rate of “kala channa”,Rs 45 per kg, he replied. I heard the
sound “naye aadmi ko dekhe nahi ki lage lootne,kala channa 45 ki nahi 40 ki
hai”.It was coming from back, I turned back and surprisingly the words were
being spelled by a girl. I looked at her and then shopkeeper. Shopkeeper
defended himself by saying that the price has risen up but you give me 40 only.
After taking “channa” I turned to thank the girl but she had left. Rest of the
materials I purchased from the other shop.
Actually we
were new to the city.my father was recently posted to the place. It was Meerut,
the “karmabhoomi of Mangal Pandey”. I
was admitted to Meerut Public School (MPS) and from Monday my school was going
to be opened so, I was purchasing necessary things…
Next morning
I went to school. I was one of the earliest student to reach the school. I went
to the notice board to see my name and class section, it was 11th D.
I enquired for section D of 11th science and found that it was on
third floor. I climbed to the class
and kept my bag on third bench of first column. I went outside and started revolving in the corridor. During revolution, I thought that what if it would be girls’ seat. Now I noticed students entrance into the school campus. I was looking at trees and imaging my first day in the school. I heard the sound whose bag is this? It is my place. The sound destroyed my imagination world. It was coming from my class. I rushed to the class and was surprised to see the girl holding my bag. I was not surprised to see my bag holded by girl but I was surprised to see the girl, she was the girl whom I show previous day one ration shop. By broad eyes I said, ‘It is mine’. Is it your first day she asked. Ye I replied. Ok that’s why….
and kept my bag on third bench of first column. I went outside and started revolving in the corridor. During revolution, I thought that what if it would be girls’ seat. Now I noticed students entrance into the school campus. I was looking at trees and imaging my first day in the school. I heard the sound whose bag is this? It is my place. The sound destroyed my imagination world. It was coming from my class. I rushed to the class and was surprised to see the girl holding my bag. I was not surprised to see my bag holded by girl but I was surprised to see the girl, she was the girl whom I show previous day one ration shop. By broad eyes I said, ‘It is mine’. Is it your first day she asked. Ye I replied. Ok that’s why….
At once she
exclaimed in next moment ‘hey I have seen you somewhere, let me remember…
Got it, I had seen you at Kamran Miyan’s shop.(2)
At once she
exclaimed in next moment ‘hey I have seen you somewhere, let me remember…
Got it, I had
seen you at Kamran Miyan’s shop. All shopkeepers are not like him in Meerut.
But you know some people are overambitious. They want to be rich and richer
soon, Kamran is like that only. But he is not like that by heart….
She was
delivering speech in front of me and I was just looking at her face with broad
opened eyes. Hey, ‘good morning yar’, one of her friend called her. She walked
away to her and I was still standing with broad opened eyes.
My minds were not able to believe what was happening
in front of me. Two surprised things occurred simultaneously. Firstly, this was
the first big coincidence occurred in my life. Secondly, I haven’t seen a girl
who is too much frank and talkative to opposite sex.
Classes went
normally. Bye the way what’s your name, she asked while I was getting outside
the class. Sorry I didn’t paid attention while sir was taking attendance she
added. Why you should have to be sorry, ‘I replied’, Bye the way, my name is Aakash.
Mine is …
Heena, I
stopped her in middle of sentence. My bus came and I have to leave now, I said. OK see you tomorrow, she replied. I nodded. I got inside the army bus and took
a deep breath. This was new for me. I always hesitated to talk a girl of my
age. I reached home and had some food and went to my coaching classes.
Actually, I
was from a small place of Mathura, known as “Kosikalan”. I had never seen girls
so frank there. I always heard that Muslim girls are not given too much
freedom. But what I show was totally opposite.
Heena was
according to her name, she was like winging leaf freely in the autumn season.
But I was opposite of my name, sky is known for its infinite expand but I was
confined to myself only. I never had been frank to females except my mother and
sister. Frankly I was a shy person. In first meet only she left nice impression
on me. I liked her attitude. I thought about her again and again. My mind kept
judging her and her attitude and lastly I commanded my mind to let her be what
she is.(3)
My mind kept judging her and her attitude and
lastly I commanded my minds to let her be what she is.
After that day my school went normally. She
used to ask me for notebooks and also took help in subjects. In few days we
became good friends. My hesitations started reducing day by day and in no time
I became frank to her. I started sharing my views to her. I became more open to
her. But our relationship was confined to friendship only. I liked her but not
in the sense of girlfriend. I loved her but this was only friendship love. Means
we were good friend. I never thought her as my girlfriend, even our friendship
was known to our classmates. I liked her as my friend only till the day 15
august. It was not because it was the day when our country got freedom. This
was because of the incident.
(4)
I don't know why I got upset after that incident. I put my head down and after some time my bus also drove me away from the rubbish place. That day I didn't eat properly and even my eyes were refusing to shut down. I was upset having no reason. I thought again and again and tried to find the reason for my upset mind, that day I came to know about a universal truth, "Any precious thing is priceless until there is recognizer of the same.
Same thing was there, Heena was just a friend for me before the incident but this incident grew feelings for her inside my heart. And this feeling is known as love. Ye, this was love only.
Beta jaldi utho, school nhi jana kya? I heard the voice of my mother. 'Mom, I am not going today'. But why? is it off day today?...
No reply from me.
OK, if you don't wanna go then its fine but atleast leave the bed, its already 6:30.
Hearing 6:30 I jumped from the bed as someone has put thorns in my bed. Ye, for me 6:30 was like thorns scattered on bed as this was the time to walk an army officer inside my house and he was my father. "A disciplined man, abide by the system, always on time, even clocks confirms time from him when they gets confused".
My father used to wake up at sharp 4:30 in the morning, would go to the P.T ground by 5 O'clock and come back by 6:30, If he find you sleeping then it is like biggest crime you commit; being an army officer he would not forgive you.
My father asked the reason of my leave from the school when I came out of washroom and I gave excuse of headache which I discovered just a minute before inside the washroom. Like a doctor, he prescribed me to wake up early and do yoga. As usual I listened him like a statue and after he finished I went for bath.
"The whole day I waited for evening as in evening there used to my cricket coaching class and most important, Heena's home was there in the way to Gandhibag Stadium."
Aakash, I heard a known high pitch voice...to be continued No reply from me.
OK, if you don't wanna go then its fine but atleast leave the bed, its already 6:30.
Hearing 6:30 I jumped from the bed as someone has put thorns in my bed. Ye, for me 6:30 was like thorns scattered on bed as this was the time to walk an army officer inside my house and he was my father. "A disciplined man, abide by the system, always on time, even clocks confirms time from him when they gets confused".
My father used to wake up at sharp 4:30 in the morning, would go to the P.T ground by 5 O'clock and come back by 6:30, If he find you sleeping then it is like biggest crime you commit; being an army officer he would not forgive you.
My father asked the reason of my leave from the school when I came out of washroom and I gave excuse of headache which I discovered just a minute before inside the washroom. Like a doctor, he prescribed me to wake up early and do yoga. As usual I listened him like a statue and after he finished I went for bath.
"The whole day I waited for evening as in evening there used to my cricket coaching class and most important, Heena's home was there in the way to Gandhibag Stadium."
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