Once upon a love-

To love someone doesn’t become easy from the heart but it requires certain courage and passions to say I love you. In the name of love human beings have made lots of sacrifices and rendered their services in all ways and means.

I don’t know why I made it happen for me at this time because for the decades of my schooling days I met many beautiful girls and could not declare my feelings but I did suppressed it as far as I could. And just my love story ended here.

To share about my loving story in the midst of it was sometime a painful story for me because only at this age I do value my feelings towards someone despite the unknown facts whether it was for good or bad causes I have loved so many girls and women in my life but having said that it’s never going to be the ending of my story here. I will love them whoever coming along my way.

I remember falling in love with someone for the first time when I was in class six, she was in my class. Given the fact that she became my seat mate and you know how much we did sharing of the secret intimacy for almost a year when privileged to seat together.

She was actually transferred from Tashi Gang. Her father had sought the admission in my school and may be like others I should say it was my love at the first sight upon seeing her.

She was beautiful and if I say it wasn’t but an average girl in beauty than I am telling you, my bundles of stored lies to you all. She was kind and good at heart. Sometime she used to write and complete my homework despite the fact that I had to travel a distance of few kilometers and day scholar life was hectic in nature as you were aware of it. Further she would share with me some sweets and l would love considering it as a token of love being honored to me.

Some might have seen as a love bird but it wasn’t, because there she had boyfriend from class eleven. He frequently come and disturbs my flow of talk to her. My admiring days were put to death after the entrance of that boy. But rate me not as problem to him as he too was a problem to my class because he came to the class without anyone’s permission.

The most painful sight of this story was I have to offer my seat to the boy from higher class. His name was Penjor. He was in love with the girl I had loved, what a curse at a time. He was two years senior to me and he had made his way to send me out from my seat. The moment I left for interval he would come and occupy my seat, it was so painful to see my girl who was put to so many questions and promises from him.

At a nearby distance from the window panel I would make a timely gazing to check what goes and does next to her. At the back of my mind I would sing the song of rejection from her, with my heavy hearts would be carried away by those thoughts maybe I should say emotional war.

As the ill luck unfurled and I could not continue in class ten, we weren’t together. She was never out of my sight. I would think of her as my life companion, hoping that one day I would call her as “darling, love you so much” but instead of calling darling now she was already taken by others.

At this point of time I feel I should have at the least endeavored once because my chance of rejection was never zero. I was topper in a class and I too celebrated my victory as an academic hero in my own ways. But things were too tough for me to say love her because it was a scary experience and suppressive feeling that I went on.

After class twelve we never met each other. During my time there were no mobile connectivity and our parting was marked with lots of hushing.  Later after her twelve result declaration I heard that she chose to become an     engineer. I rejoiced at her options and decision to become a engineer because I know she will become a great engineer in her life because she was also a bright student once in the class.

As I am closing my story I also do get lots of sad feelings because my first love was a complete failure. And after this experience I failed to nurture the true love to anyone because my first love shattered at first sight like broken an egg.

Declaration: This love story is factious and never intended for anyone’s discernment. It’s completely meant for feeding my burning passion for writings.