HER...

Prologue : Meeting with a broken soul

STORIES!

What image do we get when we hear this word? Well, let me make a guess! Some of us imagine stories of Bollywood or Hollywood movies where a hero protects the world like in avengers, or explore an adventure like jack sparrow in pirates of the Caribbean, or where a hero falls for a lady and do various tricks to finally get her in life, etc...

Well! We all have stories in our lives, some we tell to others and some we hid in our hearts. It can be anything like a day when we felt happy or sad, when first time in life we succeeded or failed, etc....

Well! Most fascinate to us are love stories. Every person lives to have that unique, beautiful and mesmerizing type of love story. There is a time when everyone has these feelings towards a one whom he/she feels has a special place in his/her heart. So, these type of stories instantaneously clicks us and connects to our hearts and moreover life.

The conversation between me and my school best friend Ajitpal was going on when I noticed him. He was deeply preoccupied in his thoughts. I called and woke him up from that world of thoughts. He seemed a different person since we have started this trip to Golden city (Amritsar). I was not in contact with him from the last three years since the school got over. This trip was a reunion of us. His eyes were telling a story, something which he had experienced in life and was troubling him.

I gathered strength and asked him, "What has happened to you? You consider me best friend, so tell me what is that thing which is troubling you so much".
He said, "Nothing! Just some slowdown of mood."
I said, "Okay! But if something you want to tell me you can. Anytime, I am there."

After some time, he spoke, "You are right. I have something which I want to tell." He continued, "But afraid because if I tell anybody, they would just sympathize from outside and laugh from inside. But as you are my friend, so I want to tell you about it and want you to answer my questions which I would ask after it is completed."
"Will you?", he asked.
"Sure!", I replied.

He picked up his phone and started scrolling his phone gallery. Maybe he was finding someone and suddenly he stopped on a girl picture. She was so pretty and beautiful. He continued constantly gazing at her picture and spoke, "Many of us experience one of the beautiful happenings of the life 'Love'. l also experienced this happening with Her..."
I asked, "A love story! And who is this "Her"?"(curiosity..)
He continued, "Her name is Simran. The angel of my dreams came into real life."

I  tried to stop her 

 But she didn't 

I tried to achieve her 

But couldn't 

I can't think of anyone

 But of her

 Call me a mess

Or obsessed 

The feelings I've

I'm unable to confess

The pain behind these lines could be clearly felt... I patted his shoulder and told him to be strong & insisted to tell me the whole story. He nodded and with zeal sparked eyes, started narrating the story of 'her' of his life.