When we love
someone we accept the person completely. We accept him as one whole package;
with his qualities and his flaws an integral part of the package with no room for
a forced change.
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The day
ended. Ananya was lying still on her
cozy bed and recollecting the details of the day. Suddenly, she started feeling
unusually cold. Something inside her was changing. Her feelings were taking a
turn. She knew very well that falling for the same guy again was like wishing
to eat a forbidden fruit. She was turning on one side and then another to
distract herself and dispel her thoughts which were attracting her to Akash. She
had driven him out of her system yet a faint picture was alive in a certain
corner of her heart. This picture was now re-evolving in full colors.
Two years
back—
Ananya and
Akash were walking hands in hands on the crowded streets of the mini-market
place. Ananya loved shopping, and more than shopping she loved bargaining. Akash
was reticent and he preferred to pay the full amount rather than to waste his
energy on bargaining. Ananya’s face had an expression of sort of achievement when
she successfully got the stuff at the bargained price. She was very talkative.
Her overly animate face had expressions for everything; whether it be
compassion for the beggars on the roadsides, joy on seeing a child smile or the
comfort of seeing a temple around; her expressions were apt to the occasions. Akash,
however was completely opposite. His expressions were always solemn and grim.
Nothing could fine tune the lines of his grimace to change expressions. His
smile was a calculative one. A whole hearted laugh was something he had
probably never even tried. Some people considered him odd or kind of socially
awkward.
Inspite of
all his odds, Ananya never doubted her feelings for him. She unlike all the
people did not see his exterior; she knew his heart. She saw him from the
remotest corners of his heart, where she knew there was nothing except goodwill
for all. She trusted him for his genuine nature. She did not judge him for his
cold mannerism or unrefined etiquettes with girls. She believed that etiquettes
and pleasantries were just some decorating details on a pure and genuine heart;
just like the garnishing on already well cooked food. She had decided that she
could live without those decorating details. ….
@@@ To be
continued…..
Part-I @ http://cosmosenigmaticmirage.blogspot.in/2015/06/the-cold-eyes-part-i.html