Ah, the memories of young love, innocent and captivating. At the tender age of around 13, I found myself enamoured by someone special. It was a one-sided infatuation, a feeling that ignited within me and refused to fade. Every chance to catch a glimpse of her became a cherished moment, and her schedule was etched in my mind, like a map guiding my heart.
The school corridors, the park benches, the local hangout spots – they all transformed into stages where my eyes sought her presence. Her long hair danced in the air inviting me closer, making me crazy. My heart raced whenever her figure appeared, and time seemed to slow down as I admired her from afar. Each stolen glance was a treasure, a reminder of the unspoken connection I held. Her smile, her movement. Her way of talking -everything was so special, and I enjoyed every moment of those from a distance.
The routine became a comforting rhythm – a silent dance between my shy admiration and her oblivious presence. I was the secret observer, the poet writing verses in my heart without ever revealing them. The day’s highlight was that stolen moment, a brief second of connection in the bustling world around me.
As the seasons changed, so did my emotions, deepening and maturing. Eventually, life led us both down different paths, and my one-sided affection transformed into cherished memories. Looking back, I realize how that experience shaped my understanding of love, teaching me about the beauty of unspoken feelings, infatuations and the magic of youthful longing.
Though the years have passed, the nostalgia of that time remains, a reminder of the innocence and purity of my first, unrequited feelings. It’s a chapter of my story that I will always carry, an echo of the emotions that once painted my world with vibrant hues of affection.
The passage of a year marked not only the changing seasons but also the persistence of my unspoken feelings. Despite the passing of time, courage remained elusive, and my heart held onto its secrets. She seemed to sense my unspoken emotions and playfully teased me, turning my longing into a subtle connection with her.
Then, on an evening that felt both fateful and cruel, the universe conspired to put my heartache on display. There she stood, the same beauty with that infectious smile, but in the company of another, a boy by her side. The very person I yearned for had found companionship, and my heart shattered into pieces.
In an unexpected twist, she extended an invitation, a painful invitation, to meet the person who had now taken my place in her world. With a heavy heart and a mind clouded with emotions, I forced my trembling hand to meet his, mustering what little strength remained in me. And then, as if guided by autopilot, I left that place, walking away from the scene that had turned my world upside down.
In that fleeting moment, a chapter closed. The unspoken connection I had cherished had taken its final form, a bittersweet revelation that left me wounded. I navigated a sea of emotions—pain, rejection, disbelief—all swirling within me. It was a turning point, a harsh lesson in the fragile nature of affection and the unpredictable currents of life.
As I walked away, I carried with me a newfound resilience, a mark of survival amid heartache. This painful experience would later become a part of my journey, a reminder of the strength it takes to face emotions head-on and the wisdom gained from weathering life’s storms
RAJAT TO BE CONTINUED
GUWAHATI
26/08/23
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Good selection of words to bring to life old memories.
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