Lost Love Found Again - Part II

The following week she left for her aunt house in Bombay. Her aunt was surprised to see her and how she had become so quite. She would just sit in the balcony and stare at the road down and not talk to anyone unless spoken too. Days, weeks and months passed by, she would take a book to read or just write. She became a very emotional and sensitive girl and started hating men in general. Her aunt tried to send her to college but she kind of refused. She would see her cousins going, but was not very keen, then one day it so happened that she just decided that she wanted to go back to college, her aunt was very happy and got her admission with the other cousins. She told her niece that this time she must be more careful as to whom she chooses as a friend as there are many boys in the college, and gave her some advice, with a smile on her face, she told her aunt “don’t worry I hate all men and to shy to be bitten by another love bug.

She finished college but when she was in her final year she lost her father. She was the oldest of the three girls and so decided to work. Between work and college she met another young man and was afraid to tell her aunt at first, but since her cousin had already let the cat out of the bag she told her aunt about him. Her aunty asked her to bring him home. So the following week he accompanied her to her aunty house. She introduced Noel to her aunt and the rest at home. They all liked him instantly, she was very happy. While her aunt was talking to him she went in and was telling her cousins about him and how she had met him.

Their friendship carried on for almost six to seven years, and one day they decided to get married. They are now happily married it’s been 12 years and they have two lovely kids too.

She also joins Noel in the Gulf and then one day – while in the Gulf she one day happens to bump into Ricky her first love. Imagine what she felt, she was shocked to see him for he stopped her and wanted to talk to her, but she refused as she was now married and did not want to have anything to do with him. He kept pestering her until she spoke to him. She dared not tell her husband that she had met him and that he lived close to where they lived. She learnt that he too was married and had two children too. Life went on, after a couple of years she and husband and children moved to another country. She got a job and was working as a Manager. One day when she opened her mail, she was surprised to see his name and was shocked how he had managed to get her email address.

She was scared but was curious to know what was written so she opened his mail, and all he had said “Hi, how are you and the family?” She was not sure if should reply or not but first love is first love, she replied to him. Ever since that day they are both in touch with one another. He chats with everyday and every time he gets an opportunity. They chat for hours together and really talk and exchange very intimate things between them. She just cannot forget him and it’s the same with him. She tried to ask him why he left her for another but he has no answer and just tells her that he is glad that they are friends again would cherish this friendship forever. She laughs.

To feel that vanished years have not estranged us, distance has not diminish love; although they are apart there is still that chemistry that is happening. to feel again the fondness, to hear once more the accents of his voice which to me had been for years so still,--a voice that brings with it the gush of memory! Past days flit before us; feelings, thoughts, hope, we deemed were dead, all rise again, and summoned by that secret witchery, the well-remembered though long silent voice.

Oh, time, and grief, and blighted hope, in its undimmed and joyous beauty, its glow of generous feelings, its bright anticipations, all, all again be ours.

Once when I was young and true, someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that was very bad.
Love is for unlucky folk.
Love is but a curse.
But now her love is back!


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