ODD STORY OF LOVE !

                                                                                                                                                                                           Odd it was ...Yes!! real odd it was ...and it was love... for one odd wench from an odd squirt, he  shared an unamed ,unknown love for one someone whom he didn't knew . It began with a child's infatuation , which slowly turned into smitten love for her...

                       Although she wasn't fair..but was  beautiful and exquisite ,like no one he had ever met before and that he was very much afraid that he was going to fall in love with her.....EVERYTIME THE BOY WOULD COME ACROSS HER THESE WORDS WOULD REVERBERATE IN HIS HEART  .........
               "I'll say it eventually, but let's
postpone it. Apart from that, I think we'll get along very nicely."
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Her face was like law of nature--a thing one could not question, alter or implore.
  which glowed like a stone on a beach, glows with sunrays...
Her hair was neither blond nor red, but the exact color of ripe berry rind ..which ran down her shoulders like a serene waterfall from a cliff..The wind waved her braided hair  against the sky, and to which her shyness lay ahead to the welkin's cheek...
Her eyes ,often painted with pigeon blue seeking something to which she had no clue...
People turned to look at crossroad as she passed. Some remained staring after her with sudden delight and the girls with acute resentment  . They could give no reason for it: it was an instinct her presence awakened in most people. She saw no one. For her, the streets were empty. She strolled jocosely unconcerned ,along the green sideways which turned towards her humble abode .

                   This was a small stanza of the poem , recited as a clockwork by the boy in her adoration....

             The boy was one of namby-pamby kids of those times ...he had absurd thoughts and an ugly face, over gaunt, hollow cheeks; black eyes, cold and steady; a contemptuous mouth, usually shut tight..His mouth, a small upturned crescent faultlessly traced, was gentle and generous, and warm with the faint promise of a smile His head had a certain classical imperfection in the shape of
the skull, in the natural wave of black ringlets about finely hollowed temples. He held his head in the manner of one who takes his beauty for granted among band of his freinds....

                 The guy was no match to the girl in beauty and grandeur ; in etiquettes and manners; in suavity and sobriety; in tenderness and mildness; in intelligence and dilligence ; in fashion and style ; in creativeness and ardourness: the only thing the poor chap possessed was a Heart of Gold ;untouched and void of any malice..

        ........................  DAILY ENCOUNTERS......................

One day she was out on the porch. She was feeding a couple of canaries in a cage suspended over the railing. Her pudgy little hand stopped in mid-air while feeding those little chirping birds. The birds enjoyed her company and they would sit on the railings in queue waiting for her to feed them...
                      He(the boy) would silently witness her activities from the side of the road and watched her with curiosity. He tried to pull his mouth into a proper expression of senstivity and  sympathy ; but  succeeded only in betraying that the process was an effort in vain and brevity of his thoughts pulled him back to say anything...It was a treat for him to stand there for long hours , savouring and rejoicing her act of solicitousness towards the birds of passage.
                In the morning time ...He would gaze from the tinted window glass panes of his room and sat there waiting to get a glimpse of Her angelic face whilst she passed by, for her School along with her mother.....Many times he tried to greet her but hestitated to do so in front of her mother .....so he would only satisfy himself  just by adoring her in black and white as she appeared to be on the other side of coloured window ..

                    Once in a day she knocked the doors of his mind which would open the closet of his heart ...from which different expressions of love unravelled ,  giving an impetous to his feelings for her ..Consequently she became inseparable slice of his heart ......

        He rehearsed a thousand times in front of the mirror as how he would present and introduce himself to her, when he will meet her for the first time but sadly his practise didn't got a platform to perform at the final show .....All his courage and vigour which he had gained over years ...shattered to pieces whenever he would come across her ...AND he would start his practise again from the square one.....
                               Though she was not physically present there but he cherished her congenial hypothetical company . Moreover he spent hours chatting , conversing to her image ..imagining how their relationship will turn out to be in some years down the line ,He smiled and sometimes laughed so loudly that ,his family members thought of  taking him to a psychiatrist ...Unknowingly his love was driving him in the gorge of insanity.......
                    Years rolled by in this manner and the time took an unfavourable turn for the poor boy ....when one fine day the girl went miles away to pursue her higher studies which formed a hiatus in melodious sound of merriment ..leaving his heart whining as if it would break and fall apart in fragments...    ....    .......   ......
             
                            Till this day that boy is impoverished and no love has  bound his heart together in one piece , so he writes this story in remembrance of his undiluted and immense love which was as pure as the driven snow; in expectation that some fine day she would read this unspoken story  and will come running .... "TO RING THE BELLS IN MY TEMPLE OF PURE AND DIVINE LOVE!!!!!"