It’s surreal for real-1

Love….

How do you define such a delicate and pure feeling ?

Is this just an emotion or it’s a feeling that takes over conscience and manipulates you to do or behave, which you otherwise wouldn’t have done ever.

I’m at Crossroads, unable to decipher the inexplicable threads of love which entangles among themselves, so much so, that some of us keep untangling them through the rest of our lives.

So, the story starts here
I feel in love once, or to rephrase it I acknowledged the seriousness of my lone endeavour only once !

I was out there in a desolate place, surrounded by a constant hum of passersby. Sitting there, I could feel the pangs of guilt, hatred and worthlessness which seemed to penetrate my souls inumerable times, so much so, I got numbed.

Have you ever been there, where you are feeling a lot but nothing seems to tickle your fancy.

As if you are a dead being, just grinding your ass off in the daily drudgery, but in reality you’re dead soul in a live cast. You want someone to revive you out of that darkness but , often as it happens, rarely someone does.

Pardon my attempt for digression !

Okay ? So where was I ….

Yeah !

A group of people poured in from somewhere , they were my classmates. A not-so beautiful girl with typical features approached me, with an intent to inquire about the upcoming class.

I was lost but only till she came.

When I glanced at her, I got so lost in her moving figure and her feature, those words seemed like moving wagons, you like and look at it, but don’t pay heed to any one of them in particular.

I was aware of her presence in my class, but today she acknowledged and established her presence in me.

Then onwards , the generic pattern followed. She used to come , we used to talk and that was all I wished for. Except those moments, I never felt so contented in my life.

We became good friends and an air of comfort started surrounding me with each passing day.

Never have I ever , felt so loved and respected. Or god knows, even if I had, I chose to ignore it .

What happened next – It’s probably not important.

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