It was always the ideals that she valued most. What if he is
not of her own people...he was the person whom she had loved the most after her
mother. 'He is different from us…will he marry you or he’s just fooling you!'
These reactions had never been an issue for her. Her world has always revolved
around what is appropriate, what is right and wrong...what she felt for him was
an ethic itself. 'He feels the same for me Maa... Love is beyond caste or creed..'
And that was her belief, her trust in the humanistic world she had always perceived
when knowledge bestowed wisdom upon her. It was the time when things were
beautiful as her own mind and her emotions. But soon things seemed to be bitter
suddenly. 'What's the matter? Why are you so gloomy?...' Many times, she saw
him lost or engrossed in his thoughts. And it was a shock for her. 'Why did you
do this? Why to me? Okk, she was of your community! You are biased…vulnerable! '
She shouted at him. His indulgence with the other woman was heartbroken for
her. 'It's nothing…it’s just online.’ He said slyly hard to believe him. She was
shaken inside. How could he done that? Is his love so fragile? How could it
happen again if it had been true? She underwent many turmoil. It was hard to
believe that something that seemed to be so true can be so fake.
‘Hello’
‘Hi..Where are you
from?’
‘I am from India.’
‘I am also…’
Every day he came online. He was well-behaved; caring
and concerned too. It was nice feeling. She didn’t want to flow but she couldn't ignore either. It was not easy to ignore the warmth which had healed her wounds,
lessened the inflictions. She was gradually feeling those emotions which hurt
the most. May be time was testing the integrity of her values and her love. She
could see herself falling deep in the abyss...© By Pranati Saikia
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