Famous Love Stories
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If you live in big cities, you will meet hundreds of people every day. Some of these people are our own and some are from among our own people.
I have been living in Mumbai for many years, it is such a busy city that you forget yourself here. Who am I ? what was i Even if you remember something, that is work!
The artificial lights of this city never let us feel when it is night and when it is morning. It is very easy to handle relationships here.
When there is no bitterness, no problems and no misunderstanding in the relationship, then live together and as soon as there is any bitterness in these relations, there is any mutual problem or there is any misunderstanding, then in this situation leave the relationship and move on. .
Doing this here is considered correct from both sides. Whether it is about the woman's side or the man's side.
It is said, what is the use of carrying the burden of a relationship in which there is no happiness? It is best to leave it and move on.
Don't know ! What is the magic in the air of this city? People who forget their past so soon.
I have been living here for almost 18 years but till now I have not seen the effect of the magic of the winds here. By which I can walk through the narrow streets of my village, farm-barn, gilli-danda; The games of our village fields and there, Sikar-Tod, Chichwa-Chichor Chor, Chor-Sipahi and Gadda Mar etc. are still sitting in the same picture.
Farming of the village, waving mustard, old peepal of the village and in the midst of all this my first heaven my primary school; The one who made me fit to live in this city, gave me the wisdom to understand this city.
Even though its roofs were broken; Even though its walls had become colourless, but it left no stone unturned to make my life colourful.
Does it have a roof or not? He has made me capable of this by building a roof of faith in my life without worrying and I met my first love Anju in the same primary school.
Anju was my classmate, at that time I was a student of class five. When we both fell in love. I am saying this today that I fell in love in fifth class. Otherwise, there was no knowledge of the word love at that time.
At that time, I only knew that I like Anju very much, I like to spend time with her, rest of the love and affection had nothing to do with it.
This thing fits as much from his side as it does from my side. Anju was also unaware of all these things. Just him talking to me, being with me thinking about me used to keep the smile on his face.
When there was a holiday in the school in the evening, I used to follow her as if I was Salman Khan's bodyguard and she was my Kareena Kapoor.
Whenever someone looked at him or stared at him, I felt like gouging out his eyes and playing marbles.
After coming home, I used to throw my bag of books on Grandpa's broken cot as if I have been carrying it for years and now I want to be free forever by throwing it away.
After throwing the book, he went straight to the cowshed where in one corner the old tires of Bedrock from uncle's Atlas cycle were kept.
Taking this, he used to go towards Anju's house while driving this old tire with a pole and used to take rest only after taking 1-2 rounds of her house.
To be honest, as much fun as it used to be to push the old tire of that cycle with hands, today it is not even possible to drive a Toyota B6 on these roads of Mumbai.
At that time the fuel (energy) inside me remained till Anju used to smile at me while sitting at her door.
And today even after getting more than one lakh salary in the bank account on the last date of the month, they are not able to give the same energy as at that time.
When we were about to leave primary school and go to high school, it seemed as if everything was about to end.
For him to go to school every day, meet him at school, smile at him, sit under a dry mango tree and wait for him
While distributing the copy of writing Hindi in the class, hold the copy till the end and press it in your hands, then at the end go to him and return the copy with a smile.
It is true that some things were left behind but Anju was with me. We both got admission in the same school together and continued to study together.
We were together for many years but neither of us had proposed to each other till now. Just without saying our love was on the rise.
When does a mother tell her children that I love you? When does the farmer I love waving crops? When does God say that I love all the living beings on earth? , Never!
So don't they love it! Do it selflessly, without expectation. I just feel it my duty to love them. That's how we both loved each other. Selfless! There was no selfishness and no hope. Just loving her, taking care of her seemed like my responsibility.
Anju used to bring me paranthas and my favorite green parwal bhunjia for lunch. He didn't like all this. She used to bring only for me.
But when my favorite Paratha and Parwal Bhujia became his favourite, I didn't know anything. This often happens in love, it is not his choice or my choice, but everything becomes our choice.
Our life was going on smoothly. everything was perfect. Then suddenly one day Anju did not come to school; I missed him a lot that day.
And I was surprised too. Whenever she did not have to come to school, she used to tell me that I am not going to school the next day.
Then both of us used to bunk the class together. That day Anju did not come to school without informing me. I felt very bad . I thought let's taste it tomorrow.
Alas ! She did not come to school the next day also. I got even more upset, went to his house the next day in the evening. I didn't even see her near my door.
Now I am getting worried. I could not understand anything. what to do what happened to her ? where is he So many questions were running in the mind.
Now it has been a full week. She could not be contacted nor was she visible anywhere.
It was Sunday. I was sitting in the barn behind his house. Some small children were playing there. i was watching those kids play
And Anju was looking here and there expecting to come from somewhere.
The child runs and catches another child, runs with him, falls, runs and then sits inside the house of his drawn line.
After he came back, the other children inside the house would squeal with joy. Somewhere I was also sitting in the barn like these children with the hope of Anju's return. Perhaps after he came back, I too would have screamed with joy like these children seeing him.
Suddenly she saw me on her terrace, she was a little upset. I raised my head with tears in my eyes and looked at her ceiling, looking sad. I tried to ask something by pointing at her but she was not answering anything, then she called a child by pointing.
The child ran inside his house and after a few minutes the child came running towards me with a piece of paper in his hand.
"Anju didi has given it." Giving the piece of paper to me, he spoke and after giving it, the child again became engrossed in playing.
As soon as I caught hold of that piece of paper, my heartbeat started increasing rapidly, I was feeling strange fear. An anonymous fear, fear of losing someone, fear of being separated from loved ones, just like fear of losing everything. I opened the piece of paper with trembling hands.
“Rohit, now I will never be able to go to school. People have provoked my family members by giving a different meaning to our friendship. Due to which my family members have started hating me and you a lot. If possible, let's end this friendship right here. Now both of us will never meet each other again. You concentrate on your studies and take care of yourself. ,
Tears welled up in my eyes as soon as I read this letter of Anju. I raised my head with tears in my eyes and looked at Anju's ceiling. Anju was still on the terrace and she was only looking at me.
I could see it hazy with tears in my eyes. Before I could wipe my tears, she went down from the terrace. I felt very sad that day. Not because people considered my friendship different, but because Anju also considered my love as just friendship. I always did more than a friend to her. But alas, she thought me only as a friend. After that day Anju never met me anywhere nor did she ever try to meet me.
After several months I was convinced. She really thought of him as a friend, otherwise if she had loved, she would have definitely tried to meet him once.
Time passed by. I moved to the city after 10th and after 12th did B.Tech in Computer Science from an engineering college in Tamil Nadu.
Now he remembered only occasionally. Anyway, with what hope would he remember her. Because she was a very good friend who broke our friendship by obeying her family members and got engrossed in her life or because she left my childhood love in the name of friendship. And now maybe if she meets again, she will love me.
Befriended many girls in college but did not fall in love with anyone. When you want something from your heart and you don't get it, then you lose faith in things like that. Perhaps this was the reason why he did not pay attention to any other girl after Anju.
After B. Tech, I got placed in college. Got a job in a good company. The package was also good. Now the family members had started making pressure for marriage. But I had no interest left in marriage. Because of which I used to postpone the matter of marriage by making some excuse or the other.
One day I was returning from office, at the same time a 10-12 year old boy by the side of the road signaled to stop the car by giving his hand.
He wanted lift from me. He looked like a student of some school. Water bottle with pink checkered shirt, blue color pat and school bag on shoulder. Anyone could tell by looking at this that this boy is about to go home after school. I stopped the car.
"Uncle, will you drop me till Borivali?" He came near the car and said.
Without answering anything, I opened the car door and made him sit. As soon as the vehicles started, he opened his school bag and took out the lunch box from it and started opening it. When I looked at him, he said, "Sorry uncle! If I am hungry, I thought I should eat.
"Don't eat anything. Well why didn't you have lunch at school?" I said.
“Next month is the annual function of my school. I have also participated in that. Was rehearsing for the same, due to which there was no thought of having lunch. He spoke in one breath without even looking at me. As soon as the lunch box was opened, the fragrance of green parwal bhunjia along with parathas spread in the whole car.
Seeing his lunch box reminded me of my high school lunch box. In which my favorite paratha and green parwal's bhujiya used to be. Which Anju used to bring only for me. Anju's memories were also refreshed with this lunch box.
I was thinking all these things when he said, “Uncle, please give me your phone. I want to talk at home. Mother must be getting worried. It's too late today."
Without saying anything, I took out my phone and gave it to him. He dialed the number.
"Hello ! Mother, I am Rohit speaking. I'm just going to reach in a while. Today, the rehearsal took a little longer in the school, due to which it took a little more time. Saying this he disconnected the phone and then started eating.
“Your name is Rohit” I asked surprised.
"Yes ! Why ?" he asked me.
"My name is also Rohit" I said.
“Wow (wow!) Nice. He said while expressing happiness.
We both were getting names and likes. The kid was looking at me and I at him. Suddenly he looked in front and said,"Uncle! I am home now "
I stopped the car. He got out of the car in a hurry and saying bye uncle to me, went towards his house.
I also started the car and went ahead. After 2 minutes I got a call from a new number on my mobile. Maybe it was the number that kid dialed. I received the phone.
"Hello uncle, I am calling Rohit."
"Yes, say."
“Uncle, my lunchbox is left in your car. If you haven't left, can you come back and give me my lunchbox?"
I got a little angry after listening to him. If he had spoken in front, he would have given him a slap or two. He remained silent after listening to her.
“Yaar, to return a lunch box one has to go back 1 kilometer.” I thought .
I was about to refuse, then a woman's voice was heard from the phone, maybe she would be Rohit's mother. She was speaking to Rohit, "Leave it Rohit. Why are you troubling uncle? Poor guy must be busy, buy another lunchbox tomorrow.
The woman's soft voice could be heard clearly over the phone. Hearing him, suddenly this word came out of my mouth, “Okay. Rohit I will meet you there. You come to the same place.
“Uncle I am sending mummy. You give it to them. Saying this, Rohit disconnected the phone.
After 2 minutes I reached the same place where I had dropped him, stopped the car and was waiting for him, then got a call again from Rohit's number.
"Hello!" I said.
"Hello, are you in the black car?" This voice took my breath away. This voice seemed familiar to me. As if I have a deep connection with this voice. Like I have heard the voice many times. As if I have some old relation with this voice.
“Yes…I am…in the same black…car.” I spoke in a staggered manner.
After a few seconds a lady came and stood near my car. Blue top, blue palazzo with a sky color shrug on top.
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The lock of hair was swinging in the light breeze coming to the cheek. The streetlights were falling on her pink lips. Due to which she was looking very beautiful.
Seeing her, my eyes widened wide open. I couldn't believe my eyes. I felt as if I was seeing a dream. I was out of breath. what should i say to him I could not understand anything how to say.
That woman was none other than my Anju. I don't know whether calling her my Anju is right or wrong. But at that time I felt as if my Anju has come to me looking for me after years and I too was elated to meet her.
I was seeing her after 16 years but she was still looking as beautiful as before. Yes ! Now she had definitely become a little fat.
"Rohit . You ?" She said in surprise.
"Yes" I said nodding my head. At least he remembered my face.
"you here ? How are you ?"
"fine. How are you ?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." She spoke in a low voice.
“That..child..” I could not even finish the sentence that she spoke in between.
“He is my son. Rohit."
I didn't say anything after listening to his answer. We met after many years. Couldn't understand anything. What should I talk about? Because there were many questions to talk about. And I was not even able to understand what to ask first.
Hundreds of unanswered questions were already filled in the heart, but now two more questions have increased. Firstly, why did she name her son Rohit? And second is her son Rohit really likes the green parwal ki bhunjia with the paratha.
For a few minutes, we both kept looking at each other without blinking. Mischief was again visible in these eyes as before.
For a few moments, we again reached between the farm-barn of our village, that primary school, the walls of the high school, the narrow streets of the village, and the tires of the old bedrock of the bicycle and started living that life again. But Anju's phone ring pulled us out of those memories in a jiffy and then threw us on the streets of Mumbai.
Anju's phone was coming on her husband's mobile. She received the call and after talking for a few seconds started walking back to her house with the lunch box. I kept looking at her and she also sometimes looked back and went towards her house and after turning through a winding lane she disappeared once again as she had disappeared 16 years ago.
