Raviraj Mishra

Whatever she was going through was beyond my experience and ability. i had no rights to judge her . And i choose to live with her and love her with my full heart.
what i feel about her is only love. And maybe after years i would feel the same.

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Unconditional love part 1

She was in pain, I could see a tear drop rolling down her cheek. She was silent and her eyes were close but I know she was crying, more from her heart than from her eyes. Her heart was affected by the tremendous amount of pain brought to her. She attempted a suicide by drinking dettol when she was conscious, she did it just because she wanted to end every pain she was surviving but she failed. Doctors treated her and gave all the necessary medication so that she could sleep and eventually recover from every pain, but medicine could only cure her physical illness, her mental illness was with her even when she was walking out of the hospital to her home-the most safest place she could consider in this universe. I tried talking to her but everytime she saw me she was afraid. I went to her house but her father said " We dont want to become a news item". That made me feel guilty. After giving a lot of explaination to my mind I concluded that I would not write anything about her i

The Beginning

It was evening and we were on our seperate bikes. We had some numb conversation about your friend you used to like. I saw your eyes filled and I felt a twinge in my heart. It had been a week or so, when I had told you my feelings for you were hard. It was twist in my life. I thought I lost it. My love for you had grown all wide, but in that evening I came to know, maybe it was him you liked. I thought of leaving the road of your life. And I remember I tried to convince you, that for you, he was right. I was talking with a smile, but deep down my heart lied. It wanted you to think only about me, because I was the one who dreamt of a whole new life. I was sure till than, I would never find anyone like you. My eyes when shut, could see you. My ears in silence would hear you. My hands in emptiness would feel you. Your words were clear in my head. Thinking about you, I never had to make up a sentence you said. Talking about you, I would get carried away. J

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