This is my first attempt at story writing. Read on.
She liked him. He used to visit her often. Everyday, actually. She had grown used to his presence. At twelve, Sana only thought of him as a solace from the gloom around. There was nothing that could bring colour to her mundane life. Except for him, perhaps.
He was very close to the family, thus his frequent visits failed to raise eyebrows. Moreover, he was in his early twenties, a dozen years older than her.
He miraculously seemed to understand her every mood, her every emotion. At that age, what mattered most to Sana was that he never forgot her birthday, brought her gifts (mostly cuddly items from Archies), greeting cards and posters.
Usually secretive, Sana was very ‘open’ with him. They seemed to connect perfectly well with each other.
It all changed. Suddenly.
He had finished his MBA and had to be married. He saw less of her. She was also too busy growing into a young woman, introspecting.
He found a match that she thought was perfect for him. A few months after his wedding, she realised she was spending a lot of time reliving their moments together.She looked back at those times like she never had.
She thought of the greeting card signed, “need me anytime, anywhere…i’m there.”
She thought of the poster that said “be mine, forever”.
She thought of the teddy bear, which had “you are too sweet…” written on it.
She thought of the thousand times he’d said, “Sana, you look simply beautiful.”
How foolish of her to not have noticed this before!
Was she his adolescent love? First crush. Teenage love. The very thought of which brings a smile on your face, something that’s true yet untrue, something whose uncertainty is the only certainty. It is momentary, but stays with you all your life.
But now, Sana realized, that perhaps he meant much more to her than she had to him.
The realisation came too late. Things had changed. He was a married man full of responsibilities. No more phones on her birthday. No more gifts. No more laughing together.
They had been ‘special’ people to each other. When he understood this, she didn’t. And when she began to understand it, the wheels of time had turned, irreversibly.
Sana still hopes they can be ‘special’ in each other’s lives. Again. What’s wrong in that, she asks herself. But she knows that their lives don’t intertwine anymore.
They are changed people now.
Perhaps. Perhaps not.
Raksha Kumar.
12 comments:
Nice story...but if he's in his early twenties...how can she be his adoloscent love? Sorry...
Title? Have to think on it...
Now that you mention, I confess I dont know...I guess boys mature late(u know what I mean!)
Hmmm...valid point ;)
Ah,beautiful.
And yea, nice template.
Ah,Its offenisve to say Its Girlish to have pets,So u gals are very mature(comment)...Seems like its taking a chauvinistic turn...
Btw,beautiful story da.
Thanks for appreciating the story!
And praveen, yes I think that naivity in boys exists longer than in girls(not generalizing, look at the context in which the comment was made!) this is far from being chauvinistic!
Yeah,Its true...I agree.
Excellently written.
Very simple and yet so real.
Abt the title..hmm...Withered before it blossoms.
Something of that sort...
If you wanted a title what she must be feeling there can be many but then that's another story.
Beautiful story....i cud call it cliche`d 'now and then'...or flippant 'first love'...
I think u gotta decide on one....
'When I was a girl'....
'Sana and him'
thanks for your suggestions Tanvi, will surely choose one.
Hmm... What has to be appreciated here is that finally, both know that they were, are and will be special to each other. Interactions and their frequency may have changed due to circumstances, but i guess its the same circumstances that will always keep their relationship special. Such stories are better without a title.
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