Skip to main content

It's not a story...


         It's not a story...
School and childhood crushes are always termed as infatuations by people. But when the same couple gets married they are called childhood lovers. No doubt most of the love stories are infatuations and Bollywood’s fault but no one knows what might just work out. Some people are fond of love since they actually watch a few movies or are around such love-struck folks.
And then there are people like me (or I might be the only one) who are commitment phobic. I don’t really have the guts to tell my parents that I am in love or I like someone, not that my parents haven’t approved of anything as such or they will honour kill me but I just can’t. Commitments require true dedication and true love. True love has never hit me maybe. They say that heartbreaks turn people into artists or just sad lovers. A heartbreak did make me write my first story but it wasn’t a love story. It wasn’t a story.
His name was Shoeb Kapoor.  He was like those normal quiet children in class. He had a few good friends and he was happy with them. I hardly had the interest of going to school in my 8th grade because I was dealing with the dilemma of my gang getting divided into different divisions. I was being cranky all the time and wasn’t paying attention to my studies or making new friends.  Shoeb used to sit row parallel to mine. He tried talking to me for a few days and I eventually gave in and started talking. We got to know each other and hit it off really well. We used to talk a lot, share a lot of chocolates, play pranks on friends and never get caught. It was all well till he confessed that he loved me. The moment he said that I burst out laughing. Call me insensitive but just a reminder, we were in the 8th grade.  Things changed a little from my side but he remained the same.
He left school after our results and I never knew why. I was a little distressed because just as I was getting used to him, he left. Well time flew by and I forgot about him. Moved on with new friends until I spotted him near my classes. He used to stay in the same society where my classes were. We spoke a little and he complimented saying, “You turned out to be more beautiful than I thought.” Every day he used to wash his bike during my classes time just to spot me and smile at me from a distance. I wanted to talk to him and ask him a million questions but my ego didn’t let me.
My life moved on, his didn’t. He passed away 4 years back because of double pneumonia and typhoid. It’s something that I will never forget. He gave me the best memories. He taught me how to lead a simple life. He taught me that you don’t need many people to have fun. He taught me how to smile…

                                                                                        -Samanah. Rizvi
                                                                                          16th July 2013
                                                                                          22:11

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Here's to the Past

Here’s to the Past What do you do when you fall for the perfect guy? Date him? Marry him? What do you do when you fall for the not-so perfect guy? Give it a shot? Forget about him? What do you do when you fall for a Guy who according to you is perfect but not according to the traditions, religion, and both your families? Forget the world and date him (or marry him) OR Forget him and keep the traditions, religions and family happy? Well Kiara did the latter. She had the perfect guy for her but had to let go because her family, traditions and religion wasn’t happy. She felt happy in his arms, she was in love with his silence, she genuinely laughed at his wit, she dreamed of waking up next to him every morning, she loved him he loved her, she was happy so was he but the world wasn’t. It was the first day of college. A new step towards life. A little more freedom given by God to you for you to let go off everything and just enjoying life by taking a few decisions on your own. I...
5 comments
Read more

Long Distance

That night I actually didn’t sleep. I knew I had to talk to kabir about it. Ever since our relationship status had changed to a long distance relationship things had changed. Phone calls from every minute had changed to hardly talking for a minute, text messages had conversations filled with both of us replying to each other saying, “ Busy baby BRB”. I heard the crows crowing and the birds chirping at around 5:30. The cold December morning still made me get up from bed and grab a cigarette. Lighting the cigarette with the old pink lighter that was a gift from kabir I covered myself with my blanket. Taking the 1 st puff I went back to the memory lane at the time when kabir had called me in excitement, “hey baby!! Have a big surprise. Meet me for dinner tonight? Mainland china? 9? I’ll pick you up! This dinner is special. Love you baby cya!” After this call I had made up my mind that he was going to propose! I knew it all this while because he was talking a lot about marriage and our ...
4 comments
Read more

Avenge

He furiously told her,“Let’s even the score. You hurt me a lot of times I have even lost count.” She thought it was true love and concrete friendship but all he wanted was to avenge the pain of his broken heart. For her friendship was, never having to say goodbye. For him? It did not matter, he had already said goodbye.  - Samanah. Rizvi
Post a Comment
Read more