An Unbelievable Love Story

I am Aniruddha Bagchi. I am one of the renowned doctors in the city of Kolkata. I am a cardiologist and 35 years old.

However, I would like to describe the incident in brief.

I saw a girl lying sick on the street. There was a minor accident between a scooty and another bike. But the girl lost her consciousness.

I can't bypass a patient lying unconscious on the street in this way.

As a doctor I have a duty. I instructed my driver to assist and then I took the girl to my nursing home.

The name of that girl was Sayantini Kundu. She has come from the USA just for a year. Her age is around 30. It is ten years ago from today. Then the girl's heart was transplanted.

The donor too was a girl. Her brain died owing to an accident. Her heart was transplanted into the body of this girl. The entire process was done in the USA.

But there are a few complications in Sayantini after the heart transplantation. For example, she becomes absent-minded on the street, and even sometimes loses her consciousness etc. Many a time she remembers ample memories of that old girl.

This has never been heard of in medical science.

I want to make Sayantini completely cured. But she surprised me one day when she proposed to me. May be she liked me.

When a girl helplessly prays for love, it feels very bad to give her back.

But it is quite impossible for me to love her. For this, one needs to hear the story of my past life.

I was born in a small village. I was proficient in studies and good at games and sports in the school of my native village.

In that village there came several families from Kolkata during the marriage of the Chowdhury house. There I was acquainted with a girl and then we became friends. Her name was Madhurima. I started loving her at the very first sight.

I have fixed in my mind that I would marry her in future.

Madhurima also liked me but first of all I have to be worthy of her. So I started studying with great concentration. I ranked very well in the medical entrance exam. I got admitted to Kolkata Medical College.

Coming to kolkata I came to know that Madhurima's father was transferred to the USA. I talked to her over the telephone. She became glad to hear of my success.

Then came that cursed day. On that very day, I came to know the news of Madhurima's accident. Madhurima died in a fatal accident. Her father tried hard to save her life in a large nursing home in the USA. Though her father had spent a lot of money there, she was not successful to save the life of Madhurima.

On that day I decided in my mind to live forever in this way cherishing her memory.

I told Sayantini everything openly.

She listened to me with rapt attention.

Then she said, "May be you Don't believe. Such a memory floats before my eyes again and again. The kind of story you told, that type of picturesque village, a lad. There is a great affinity between your description and my memory."

I could not believe her words. I called that hospital in the USA where Sayantini's heart was transplanted. I wanted to know from them the name of the donor.

The answer came, "Madhurima Sanyal."