incomplete love story

Everyone falls in love once in life and it happens at such an age where the meaning of love is not known. It just happens, anyway in love the meaning is irrelevant. The feeling of being in love takes us around the world. We let our world settle in dreams, we do not care about anything other than love. His eyes are dry to our heart, his every talk comes from our ears and touches our hearts. His laughter is like the happiness of the whole world, and his cry is like a disgrace to God. Walking, stopping, then walking again hurts the heart, the lowered eyelids make one feel ashamed, makes one feel like drowning in the darkness of fire.

Sara Jahan on one side and Mehboob Ki Chahat on the other side.

Something similar had happened in my life, those days I was in the service of my new job, it was a small distribution company. There was no challenge in account assistant job. Coming on time, leaving on time, eating on time, life was full of peace.

After lunch time there was plenty of time for a walk, a few months passed. One day suddenly my eyes fell on a girl outside the office, my lunch time and her going time from there was about the same. I had never looked at him carefully, but today suddenly I saw him and it felt as if I had seen him everywhere. Then this sequence continued, I did not know anything about love and affection. His seeder became my life, one day Bharat came to me, talks of Idhar and Udhar started, then Ishay spoke his mind, for the one who had come, Ishay spoke about Deepa. I love him so much. For the first time in my life, a girl wanted me, that feeling was not less than wealth for me. Some girl had expressed her desire to meet me, that same day in the evening the phone came, the voice sounded strangely nervous, the words trembled. He said his name, then we talked about millen. Perhaps that was Friday, I got up early in the morning. Prepared, once for father and for me, mother used to make lunch box. I asked why I got up early but was told the name of the office, today I had to meet him. I left the house without spending much time. Instead of bus I chose to go by auto, in twenty five minutes I reached TYPEWRITING COMMERCIAL INSTITUTE. It was half past eight in the morning and five minutes left.

And she came out and said goodbye to her friends, her face clearly showing panic. I walked a few steps, then gave Ishay along, then went somewhere and expressed my love to someone, Ishay also agreed with my love, then that day in the evening Ishay called me, I did not have a mobile in 1998. I had his number. Bas uska muhnbola bhai tha ..Bharat mere liye to meet him with him as much as it was difficult, it was easy, now I started taking my lunch quickly, then on the pretext of going to the washroom we signed for 5 minutes, we started meeting everyday. She used to work in some industry nearby.

I don't know whether you love her or not, but that feeling of love makes life whole.

Her friends came to know about this, they had made plans to go somewhere, but then they decided to go to Juhu beach. On that day, we walked around a lot, talked a lot, had fun and had fun in the evening. But I knew I was rich, I walked with him but couldn't find a companion.

On the morning of Diwali, our company was running, everyone was getting bonuses and sweets. After wearing new clothes, I also reached the office, Deepa was on vacation, I gave her a sweet (Kaju Katali) after having a chance. That day went well, we were just leaving the office when the phone rang, I picked up the phone, in a very painful voice I told him the date of tomorrow's Masat, that pain kept reaching my heart through his words It was raining, today the weather was changing. I didn't sleep well all night because of yesterday's phone call, because of that I was upset, today there was no tuition. A little while ago she came, then we went to a hotel and had tea. 'We will not meet again', 'It has been found out at home', 'My elder sister committed suicide in this way on the railway track.' I did not get a chance to enjoy something or tell something, so that nothing could be done, she went away, I did not even stop her, why did she go away? I don't know? What happened in his house last night, I don't know and what did he do, I don't know?

But I can claim that she loved me, she came to my house, she came to me, but my love was true.

This first love of mine has now become an 'incomplete love story', I am writing it today - I am lost in those old memories.