Story of a love.

Shreyas had been to his tution class, before getting ready for his cricket practice in the evening. In his tution, he was known for his cricket playing skills. Girls liked him as he kept silent while he was studying,whenever in the class. Girls wanted him to speak but he spoke less, being an introvert. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk, but he didn't want to talk useless. Others interacted well. He kept to himself and no one could trigger laughter out of him. Being handsome, he had all the talking abilities, that were essential to catch the attention of the people around him; mostly his teachers.

His abilities were that he collected all the beautiful lines from the well known personalities; that touched his heart. Shreyas felt that he could combine all those sayings and become famous for his words, or selections of the stanzas that he uttered. Being imaginative at every dimension and at cross roads of life, he was just speaking his heart. He less believed in himself, if people would like or give way to what he felt. In school, this boy had walked alone; now he studied alone, by himself. The way he dressed up was elegant, being a description of his personality, his soberness of style and manners.

The cricket coaching was about to begin. Shreyas had left home, to reach the play ground. Peddling his cycle he moved, later he parked it in the school premises wherein he practiced. Hence, utilizing the play ground when the school ended.  Starting with the warm up; the boys did sprints. Developing trigger to the muscle tissues while controlling the pace of one's run. After the net practice, the boys were up for the catching practice. While, he stood with the other boys in a line to wait for his turn; he found his heart beating much faster as he thought about that girl. The beautiful girl, whose hair dazzled as she lived her dreams. She was a fashionista, whatever she wore expressed her elegant choices. That stuck Shreyas, in the web of her dreams. He liked being there. Shreyas had a feeling that the love was mutual. Whenever he looked into her eyes, there was a far truth that couldn't be created because it came up itself.It spoke itself, it's abilities to utter the heart open. The eyes were a road to the heart of a Being. The face is another such indicator and so is the body,the bodily gestures. You walk alone, you run; all of it says your heart.

There are certain moments in life when the heart is so happy on winning after a lot of hard work and perseverence had been put. Struggles, lead us to a road of excellence; we dance and want to run. It's as if we are at the top of the world. On the other side, there might have been times, when the feet couldn't move steadily. The fear, the anguish appeared,sidelining our temperament to grief. Our gestures have a lot to do, with telling our state of mind.

The moment wasn't merely when, Shreyas was practicing that he thought of her. Her essence, her beauty remained with him,in the parallels of life. Be it here or there, her thoughts occurred with the strength of a powerful magnet. The feeling was beautiful. Her sight was the greatest gift ever. He missed her, wanted to speak his heart open. Hell, he didn't know what to say! Time moved by, the love enhanced its glory manifold.

Now, he travelled in the Metro rail.Through the glass window he could imagine her standing next to him. He wished so, even if it wasn't to be true. The songs that she listened to, he started listening to them. The movies that this girl watched, he watched too. Like,everyday had a purpose. A purpose to reach closer to her. He thought, he could move towards her, he could make her, his friend. Well, time moves. We say, it's sudden that changes accustom uninvited sometimes or for some people, changes are the most unexpected things. You can move with them, accept them. Similar is with making choices, at times; we are pressed by either external forces to make an opinion and at sometimes, what heart presses or insists without any basic justification. That becomes the rule of the day. We don't think about these changes that occur until these end up affecting us.

So was he affected. He couldn't move closer to her. She was a talkative girl. He couldn't say anything, than what he had copied from people's words. Using those framed sentences all the times could make the atmosphere dull, if not warm. He lost her. The love that at one point appeared as the most blossoming and glittery was losing on its values of affection and closeness. She seemed to have been waiting for him. Then she moved on, whereas, he didn't answer to the change, that's the constant in life.He couldn't change his mannerism and come out to exclaim what was hidden in his heart. Life was a standstill at a moment. Cricket dreams were gone with the ashes of time. Love that was waiting for its sole fulfillment, became unknown,unaware of its presence. “Oh! It was to happen to me, that she had to go away from me. Why didn't she give me a chance?” He questioned the Gods and cried like a loser in the starters. Quite funny! Yeah it is. In the main course, he had strong will to not let go his love. He had felt this connection of hearts for the very first time. No one could question this happening. Not even the girl’s acceptance of the fact that she didn't love or care for him. For he had stared into her Being,he had known by heart that at one specific segment of her life, she did care. She had been lying to herself. She had been in love. He cycled around her home mostly alone, and at times with his best friend, Prekshya. It seemed,if Shreyas no longer mattered to her anymore.

Shreyas just lost her midway, while being at that specific position in life he was stuck. He thought she would come, she had moved ahead in life. That's his story, the story of a love; not visited by the honesty and purity to which it belonged. Love had marginalized.  That could have bloomed with fruitfulness and charm. It was a memory; that love remained. Shreyas had to move ahead, by himself. Maybe, by giving himself, his life; another chance. Could he do it? The question remained.