Stories and the love!

Newspapers were put together in a stack, while Shivam picked them up one by one, to experience the news in a differently chaste way by different reporters in every paper. He wondered what he was looking for in the newspapers, then reverted on reading them once again by himself. Same news had been covered in all of them. What was the change in the same news was the style of presentation! Styles were being experienced he thought, subtly!

Then he thought of taking along the same paper to his office, the one he was reading at his home. In a way, he had just fallen in love with its fonts or was it merely the paper that he liked to carry in his hand, that something in it, connected to his heart?

Then he moved his hand on the printed letters as he loved one interview by a famous actor, in the entertainment box. All in all, he loved every bit of it. So much so, he had thought to save it in his cupboard so that he could read it again whenever he would like. Or just for the sake of keeping it to cherish the colourful pictures and the extremely heartfelt write-ups. There was something special in words, needless to say.

People would think, how foolish of him to have an idea of saving the papers in the cupboard. Whereas they could never read the writer's heart. The most important thing that made him, keep the newspaper with him; was a write-up by a young girl who had been in love once. How she had expressed her thoughts about that one person, whom she adored the most. She had written about him. But, destiny had something else in store for her. She could never explain her feelings to the man whom she had given her heart.

"Good enough!" Thought the writer that she didn't have to go through the pain that exists in loving someone. But he had forgotten the fact that he had been in her place too. How he had loved a girl but wasn't able to say it to her. She was his inspiration, in his writings; everywhere he could feel her presence. Had it not been for her, he wouldn't have known what it was to praise even his days of fatigue. That was where he saw himself, that was where he read his own story, that was where the writer fell in love with that newspaper more and more as he thought about his teenage. How she looked in her dazzling black dress one day when she came to the tuition class to tell her scores of the final exams to the teacher. Shivam also remembered how it became the last time he saw her. From that day, he had only written about her! Shivam never got a chance again to meet her. His love had been a closed chapter. But wait, love only prospers! How could he control his feelings, when she had disappeared somewhere. Her eyes always tend to inspire him to this day.

Anyways, he drove his car to the metro station to reach his office. When he moved inside the metro coach, he found people reading different newspapers in the metro coach. On this sight, he laughed and murmured to himself, "Oh! Wow! So, they found themselves too in the paper!" But, not everyone was like him, another thought crossed his mind.

"Some stories which have happened to us, remain with us in our hearts. Regardless of how far we go from them, one day or the other we realise, we can't part from them. Because we can't part from ourselves and the stories that are left behind."

He reached his office, read other papers as his routine had been but, what he felt reading the young girl's article was seen in no other publication. The girl's article was in the newspaper that he had carried with himself. Or was it that he had carried another lovers' heart with this lovers' heart in himself? There wasn't much to be said or explained, if there was anything then it was to love and yes, fall in love yet again with those days of his teen years!

Gagandeep Singh Vaid
12:30pm
28/06/2014

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  1. I got a smile on my face while reading. It is very relatable. :)

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