I was gorging on the sweets like a 12-year old girl that I will never see them again in my life. I stuffed my mouth with three pieces of Barfi and was barely able to chew them. All the members in my family were talking and suddenly I overheard where the sweets were from. As soon as my mind was able to register the words after they were pronounced out of my mother’s mouth, I choked on the Barfi and somehow managed to engulf them. Their purpose made them turn bitter gourd for my taste buds. They were distributed to celebrate the Rokha Ceremony of Aadil and Sara. Now you must be thinking why I am so upset about their wedding when I should be jubilant. Well how can you expect someone to be ecstatic about a marriage of a person they are in love with ages?
Aadil has been in our family since my sister married his brother. I saw him for the first time in my sister’s nikaah, and fell in love with those enthralling eyes. He was a few years older than me and I was just finishing high school. Infatuation is an understatement to commemorate the feelings that I felt towards him. Since that day I started finding various reasons to visit baji or in short Aadil. We were like two pieces of magnet drawn to each other through the forces inherent in the abysmal universe. We were able to consociate and soon two heats were burning in the desire to be together separated by the norms of the society.
Though many members in our family wanted us to get married, the age difference was the pivot culprit and second was the fact that I was studying to become a doctor and he was just a graduate. The news of him getting married was something indigestible to me. We were like pieces cut out of same cloth and in no way was I gallant enough to see him marrying someone else.
You must be thinking that this is the worst ending to a story but trust me the worst part is yet to come. Earlier all we shared together was mere attraction, but now I had to see him slipping out of my hand slowly separating our intermingled fingers only to see him holding hand of another girl he doesn’t desire to be with, and at the unfathomable stage when my heart was beating in the sync with his breath.
Couple holding hands near tents at music festivalA bit complicated. Isn’t it but I think everyone’s first love is? Facebook played a colossal role in our perishable love-story. He got a intuition that I have been using Facebook with a different name and thus messaged me; I had the widest grin on my face on that day. He soon became the reason of the smile on my face. Slowly the bantering began and he commenced his love for me. That day should be the happiest for any girl when the guy you love expresses his feelings and longs to be with you for eternity. But in our case the eternity had an expiration date. He was engaged to be married to someone else and irrevocably in love with me. We had few months and decided to live them to the fullest as those were the few months I had him all to myself.
We decided to part ways once his marriage was around the corner. We tried breaking all ties many a times, but the bond that we shared was and is unbreakable. I am still in love with him if not more. Crumbling the memories and obliterating the person you loved is the most gruesome task in the whole wide world. There are no words to interpret the vain and hollowness I felt during that period. Those moments of holding his hands, confiding in his embrace, his body’s warmth and the sound of his heart beating will always stay fledge till the day I die.
“Your first love immortal and stays young in a part of your heart, no matter how much you try to forget it never goes away from that part in your heart. “
