The character leads one’s own life,
where-in people around cling to the idea of theirs, to turn and change the
circumstantial evidence.
Once when I was in those days of
school age, I felt in love with a girl but strangely she hasn't had the least
courtesy on my pity love. After many trials and difficulties, accumulating over
innumerable problems, I intended to construe my live love to intimate friend on
mine.
He murmured, ‘yes, grasp the profound opportunity
and propagate into fruitful of success as decision is key at this juncture’.
Herein, I have to attune to the rules
and regulations of universal love, ‘conditional and unconditional love’. As
love is an emotion with many sides, shapes and colours. The love one feels for
parent or children is quite different from that which one feels for ones
sweetheart. One is mixed with the emotion of sex while the other is not. The
love one feels in true friendship is not same as that felt for one’s
sweetheart, parents or children, but it too, is a form of love.
As I looked into small mirror which
was hidden in my suitcase, I felt ashamed as everybody around me kept on criticizing
on me for loving such a lovely lady, which is indeed bestowed with a lustrous
paragon of beauty.
On the contrary, they tend to reveal
my smartness. I’m very stupid being, so I think now, lacking even the slightest
glimmer of confidence to over-come it. I protest the saying, “The abilities of
a disciple can be shaped but not his basic character”.
I lost all the hopes and aspirations
to get into the world of love-making. I felt clumsy, as I thought I’m not smart
enough to love her. I felt, I’m the only person left behind by God which lacks
mental and physical styles of living, hair-styling, attitude, behavior, etc.
all these bewitching qualities.
Eventually, I addressed wishing card
to be sent to her on appearing annual examinations, when a year came to an end
without being least noticed.
Crowd in a queue attending dinner
happened to criticize and condemn on the subject of addressing wishing card to
her, proliferated over an hour.
I went back to the hostel and took a
minute of bed rest. Upon opening my suitcase, the wishing card, which is meant
to be sent to her, wasn't there. I was dumbstruck, deaf and mute. My place in
the cosmos is merely empty.
Hey, master, group of giggling friends
came to me and informed, ‘the card which is meant to be sent, is already in her
palm’, that’s miracle I thought. But, you know, she confided all these messages
written in the card with her friends in the hostel, eventually leading to full
of murmuring rumours of a love-letter.
But how did a card…..? I asked
astonishingly. Mr. Gongdola intimate friend of mine, took it out of my suitcase
and handed over to Mrs. Sonam Yangzom, a girl I’m in-love with. But no response
came……..
Finally, it was on the winter of that
year, a reply came but it was too late, as I lost perspective in mind.
What a karmic situation is rolling, we were placed
in the same school together a year latter at Jakar Higher Secondary School in
Bumthang. But none of these happened to happen.
The venture of my school age, at
Tangmachhu Middle Secondary School had a fleeting glimpse and moment of memory
engulfed me unhealthy to live on this universe.
But, indeed, now I’m father of three
sons and a daughter married to a girl from my own village, rendering my service
to serve the TSA-WA-Sum as being in small government’s civil servant. Here my life
goes on….
Your friend did it for you. He was a good friend indeed. But it didn't happen and now you're having a good family anyway. Nice Love story. I couldn't make out the actual response you got from her. Thanks.
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ReplyDeleteIt was positive letter and yet I took least interest in mentioning all tiny matters as it happened noting after all.