Some love stories are short and sweet. Perhaps the sad endings are what make it touching. A friend had told me about his parents’ love story some years ago. Now I remember just a few snatches of it, but the sweet and sad feeling lingers on.
She was from an obscure village from Kerala. She walked miles to her school. After completing her Class X she was expected to quit school and start helping the family in the farm, despite her being the best student in class. And she did what I would have never dared to do. She ran away from home, to Delhi.
A young girl in a new city, who spoke no Hindi, just Malayalam and broken English learnt in the village school. She landed up in AIIMS and went straight up to the HOD demanding that she be given a chance to appear for the competitive nursing exam. The last date for application had already passed he informed her but he must have been impressed by her determination. He gave her a chance and she excelled in the competitive exam.
She moved into a hostel for the fortnight before she left for nursing course in Tamil Nadu. She made some friends and one day a girl in the hostel asked her whether she wanted to accompany her and her boyfriend to CP. Not knowing too many people, she readily agreed. But once she was out with them she felt uncomfortable. She told them she’d get back to the hostel on her own. Not being able to read Hindi didn’t help and she got up on the wrong bus. Not knowing what to do and unable to communicate with the bus conductor, her eyes had filled up with tears when a man standing next to her spoke to her in Malayalam. Initially she ignored his attempt to help her but then she wiped her tears and told him where she wanted to go. They got down from the bus and he took her home, barely exchanging a few sentences. She glanced at him a few times from the corner of her eyes. Her handsome angel. He left her outside her hostel, smiled and walked away, never turning his head to look back at her. She watched him till he disappeared into the corner.
For the next few days she paced her hostel, thinking about him, wishing that she had said something. Wishing that he would come to visit her. And when she had given up all hopes, he landed up in her hostel and asked her if she would go out with him that evening. She had nodded shyly. He told her about himself. He was a navy pilot. He came from a well-educated family. Her heart felt heavy as she heard him talk about himself. What had she been thinking? He would never like a girl like her.
She left for Tamil Nadu for her nursing course refusing to let this affect her. She had her ambitions to look forward to. But they kept in touch. And when she completed her course he asked her to marry her.
I wish I could say that they lived happily ever after. But some lives seem to attract tragedy like honey attracts bees. Maybe I will not talk about the end to their story. I remember reading somewhere that stories have no beginnings and no endings, it is the author who decides where to start it and where to end it. So this story ends here.
The End.
She was from an obscure village from Kerala. She walked miles to her school. After completing her Class X she was expected to quit school and start helping the family in the farm, despite her being the best student in class. And she did what I would have never dared to do. She ran away from home, to Delhi.
A young girl in a new city, who spoke no Hindi, just Malayalam and broken English learnt in the village school. She landed up in AIIMS and went straight up to the HOD demanding that she be given a chance to appear for the competitive nursing exam. The last date for application had already passed he informed her but he must have been impressed by her determination. He gave her a chance and she excelled in the competitive exam.
She moved into a hostel for the fortnight before she left for nursing course in Tamil Nadu. She made some friends and one day a girl in the hostel asked her whether she wanted to accompany her and her boyfriend to CP. Not knowing too many people, she readily agreed. But once she was out with them she felt uncomfortable. She told them she’d get back to the hostel on her own. Not being able to read Hindi didn’t help and she got up on the wrong bus. Not knowing what to do and unable to communicate with the bus conductor, her eyes had filled up with tears when a man standing next to her spoke to her in Malayalam. Initially she ignored his attempt to help her but then she wiped her tears and told him where she wanted to go. They got down from the bus and he took her home, barely exchanging a few sentences. She glanced at him a few times from the corner of her eyes. Her handsome angel. He left her outside her hostel, smiled and walked away, never turning his head to look back at her. She watched him till he disappeared into the corner.
For the next few days she paced her hostel, thinking about him, wishing that she had said something. Wishing that he would come to visit her. And when she had given up all hopes, he landed up in her hostel and asked her if she would go out with him that evening. She had nodded shyly. He told her about himself. He was a navy pilot. He came from a well-educated family. Her heart felt heavy as she heard him talk about himself. What had she been thinking? He would never like a girl like her.
She left for Tamil Nadu for her nursing course refusing to let this affect her. She had her ambitions to look forward to. But they kept in touch. And when she completed her course he asked her to marry her.
I wish I could say that they lived happily ever after. But some lives seem to attract tragedy like honey attracts bees. Maybe I will not talk about the end to their story. I remember reading somewhere that stories have no beginnings and no endings, it is the author who decides where to start it and where to end it. So this story ends here.
The End.
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