Yes, it
still remained as an unacceptable thing that she had gone…
Sometimes
committing suicide seemed to be the better option. I thought about it many times, and I decided
to wait for her, untill she marries him.
Keeping this thought in my mind, the days went okay. I decided I should live without any worries
or better end my life. Few weeks passed
by, I understood that those who think to commit suicide always thinks and never
commits.
I
pretended to my parents that everything was ok, but my heart was always in the
abyss in the depression of unrequited love.
A year
passed by, her marriage day came. I went to her marriage. I saw
her face after 8 years, since the day I last saw her during my 12th
results. I made sure that she did not
see me. I bestowed the flowers and my
wishes to her.
Then I
hurried to the dinner, I was so sad that the menu didn’t contain ‘Biriyani’
which is my favourite food.
#NostalgicPen
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