Chapter 1:Die Liebesgeschichte
This is the first part of my 10 part series, "10 love stories". Before I start my narration, let me clear, I don't exactly understand what love is? Even big people, I mean intellectual ones aren't sure about its meaning.
“How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?”
— Albert Einstein
So I wont be drawing any conclusions, I will be just narrating, Its you to decide and debate whether its love or not. Here goes my first narration:
College is a place where most love stories start, some go into commit state and some rollback. There was this college where many boys and girls "studied", one of them is my story's protagonist. He was second to jack of all trades, if you are getting what I mean. He was leading an ordinary routine life. Some months later He saw Her. She was lean and thin, dusky in complexion, not so attractive to many eyes. Somehow she drew his attention. It was strange on his part because he had always liked chubby girls. He thought that attraction was Love!! Time passed on,one day he met her at a book store, They exchanged glances. She added him on Orkut. They used to chit-chat.There he came to know that there was much difference in there ideologies. She liked SRK but He had never watched any of SRK movies. He thought they should celebrate differences and enjoy similarities.Even the gal bought the same mobile which he was using ,he was sure this was love.But it was just mere coincidence.She used to meet him near the bus stop,they would exchange glances and sometimes have casual talk.Once he was going for a match, and she wished her luck,he played better than on other days.So he assumed she was lucky for her.But truth is every dog has his day.It was all like a dream for him.
He like Adolf Hitler thought this dream will never end.But both were wrong.One fine morning he woke up and checked the gal's profile.He found her account had one friend less than the previous night.He thought that it was someone else, later he realized it was him. He tried to find the reason behind the sudden change in her behavior, but she didn't respond to his mails. He even tried to talk to her but she simply walked away. He asked her friends, they said she unfriended him because she had heard rumours that he loved her. Her friends mocked him with strange questions, "Who are you?", "What do you think of yourself?". He wondered is Love all about marks, scores and grades!!! Is Love about success and failure or something more than that.
For some months He went into a state of pain. Time was the only medicine for his sufferings. Years passed on, college was over, the girl got a job in a MNC. The boy did odd jobs until he was diagnosed with Leukemia. I last heard of him that he had died on the banks of Ganga. I am not sure whether He was purified by dying on the banks of Ganga or the Ganga got purified by His death.
“How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?”
— Albert Einstein
So I wont be drawing any conclusions, I will be just narrating, Its you to decide and debate whether its love or not. Here goes my first narration:
College is a place where most love stories start, some go into commit state and some rollback. There was this college where many boys and girls "studied", one of them is my story's protagonist. He was second to jack of all trades, if you are getting what I mean. He was leading an ordinary routine life. Some months later He saw Her. She was lean and thin, dusky in complexion, not so attractive to many eyes. Somehow she drew his attention. It was strange on his part because he had always liked chubby girls. He thought that attraction was Love!! Time passed on,one day he met her at a book store, They exchanged glances. She added him on Orkut. They used to chit-chat.There he came to know that there was much difference in there ideologies. She liked SRK but He had never watched any of SRK movies. He thought they should celebrate differences and enjoy similarities.Even the gal bought the same mobile which he was using ,he was sure this was love.But it was just mere coincidence.She used to meet him near the bus stop,they would exchange glances and sometimes have casual talk.Once he was going for a match, and she wished her luck,he played better than on other days.So he assumed she was lucky for her.But truth is every dog has his day.It was all like a dream for him.
He like Adolf Hitler thought this dream will never end.But both were wrong.One fine morning he woke up and checked the gal's profile.He found her account had one friend less than the previous night.He thought that it was someone else, later he realized it was him. He tried to find the reason behind the sudden change in her behavior, but she didn't respond to his mails. He even tried to talk to her but she simply walked away. He asked her friends, they said she unfriended him because she had heard rumours that he loved her. Her friends mocked him with strange questions, "Who are you?", "What do you think of yourself?". He wondered is Love all about marks, scores and grades!!! Is Love about success and failure or something more than that.
For some months He went into a state of pain. Time was the only medicine for his sufferings. Years passed on, college was over, the girl got a job in a MNC. The boy did odd jobs until he was diagnosed with Leukemia. I last heard of him that he had died on the banks of Ganga. I am not sure whether He was purified by dying on the banks of Ganga or the Ganga got purified by His death.
tragic end..:(:(
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to fall in love is not your mistake but to fall in love with a wrong person is your mistake.
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