Incurable

(Fiction)

“Unfair for love if kept wrapped.”

Despite of being thirteen years old, I had known this. When you love somebody, you got flooded by their thoughts. In most cases, people won’t feel satisfied until they see you broke

. They try everything to knock you down but you kept surviving until the people you love most join the battle.

I looked at Rachel’s house and waited for her to come out with my eyes all stick to her main door. Her house was surrounded by the series of lusty trees lined at all four sides making it feels like her house inside the woods. She loved flowers so she had a small garden beside her house where she had planted several plants and flowers and innumerable butterflies were rumbling over it.

  ‘I don’t feel it’s a good thing, Aman!’ My friend ‘Vishal’ said in a warning tone. He was totally a freaking nerd personality boy of fourteen. We were friends for more than eight years and he always been there for me when I ever got in trouble or would plan to be in. Now it’s clear that we are best friends as no coward friend ever wants to get in trouble for no reason. But this time, he completely disagreed to come with me.

 ‘Why not? Can’t a person express his feelings?’ I asked, dreaming about Rachel.

 ‘I never understood this love. And can’t you see her age stupid.’ He said being little angry.

  ‘She is just a little older than me.’ I said.

 ‘ Little! Say again, little! She is a woman of twenty-eight and you’re thirteen. Can’t you see the gap of fifteen years?’ He said frustrating himself and me simultaneously. ‘His husband died, it didn’t mean she is yours.’

 ‘Stop Vishal! Love has no age bars.’ I said.

 ‘Yeah until you see yourself behind the bars.’ He sniffed.

 ‘Stop.’ I said to him and proceeded towards her house with a bunch of flowers ignoring him behind.

 ‘Again Saying Romeo, it’s better to get back!’ He yelled from behind.

 ‘This has no use buddy.’ I said without looking behind.

I knocked the door and waited for her to come out. I was in love with Rachel for two years and today was the day where I made my mind to tell her. The door opened and my heart beats pumped fast.

  Rachel appeared and I felt lost on her. She was dressed in black casuals; put eyeliners which were ecstasy to me, chestnut coloured hair with a ponytail, dangling yellow earrings and amazingly innocent face.  She was cute.

‘Yes!’ She said in silkily voice, her big enduring eyes looked at me.

 ‘I wanted to talk. Will you listen to me?’ I asked politely.

 She gave a sweet smile and said, ‘Yes, Please say.’

I became a little nervous and gasped before I spoke, ‘The thing is……would be….difficult.. for you..no for me.’

 ‘I can’t understand.’ She said giving me a friendly look. ‘You can come inside the boy.’

 She said and without thinking further I got in.  I tried practicing what I wanted to speak but it was haunting everything I felt her presence.

I went inside the hall; it was palatial and was decorated with peculiar paintings at one wall. The paintings were made up from hue of blazing colours. I tried to understand them but later found it was not my cup of tea.