Pick a Word, Paint a Story #08

While cleaning the storeroom, suddenly my eyes fell on an old album kept on the shelf. I don't even remember how many times I have seen this album full of memories of my loved ones, but every time I feel like I am seeing them for the first time.

  
I forgot cleaning but sat there and started flipping the pages of the album. This album had a priceless collection of beautiful memories of my family, my childhood pictures and friends from school and college.

In this album, there were pictures of mine and yours. While looking at your pictures, I started wandering in my school days. You were the daughter of my father's close friend and we lived in the same colony. We used to go together to the same school. You were one year junior to me. I don't know what was so charming in your personality that I started loving you from within. That was during our high school.

When you scolded me for bunking classes in school, I liked your scolding, and I used to do such things deliberately to watch your angry face. Whenever you came to our house, I used to find an excuse to talk to you. But you're unaware of my love because you always drew a line of decorum between us.

I could not understand whether you never read the language of my heart and eyes or you did not want to read it. The more I tried to come closer to you, the more you would go away. I felt very bad. With the passage of time in this game of hide and seek, your love deepened in my heart. After college, we got busy completing the new chapter of our lives. You had gone out of this city with your father.

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Time was flowing in its own rhythm. Now, talks of my marriage had started at home, but you had sole control over my heart. Before I could express my one-sided love to you, Papa fixed my relationship with the daughter of one of his friends. Now I just wanted to meet you once before marriage and express my love and wanted to see you to my heart's content and wanted to lighten my heart by hugging you.

That day, when I came to meet you, I hugged you and confessed my love to you. Hearing my words, you started laughing loudly, but I felt very angry at your laughter.

Wiping my tears lovingly, you said, “You still haven’t understood? Didn't you read your father’s name on the wedding card carefully? Yes, I am not Shanti anymore, but I am Devi from now on, that's right, I am my Dev’s Devi.”

While saying this, you told me, “Our mother and father knew what was cooking in our hearts and minds.”

“This means you are my 'would be' wife?”

She smiled at me, “Yes, Dev, your love is not one-sided, but I did not want to break my father’s trust, so I remained silent. Are you ready to become my best friend?", You looked at me with mischievous looks.

I brought her close to my chest. Even after years, when I think about that day, the redness of your love spreads on my face. I cleaned the album with the duster and kept it back on the shelf.

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