Because, Love Is Blind...
Because, Love Is Blind...11 mins 33K 11 mins 33K
Standing with my phone in my hand checking my whatsapp messages I suddenly felt a push from behind. “Oops, I am sorry” I heard a soft voice apologizing to me. “Actually I was in a hurry to attend my lecture I rushed towards class” said the girl in protective tone. “Yeah it’s ok. Be careful.” I said in an advising manner. The pretty girl with black sunglasses was called by her friend and then she headed towards her class. Sensing some abnormality I kept staring at her. But I was interrupted by a rough voice “Rishi” called the college peon “principle has called you inside”. I went inside with a file in one hand and laptop bag in other. “May I come in, Sir” I said as I opened the door. “Yes please Mr. Rishi, have a seat” said the principle with a warm smile. “I read your resume and I am quite impressed with our online interview” praised the principle. “Thank you, Sir. Can you please tell me which class actually I would be teaching?” I asked. “Since you have just completed your masters and are very new to this teaching field, I would recommend you to teach English to SYBA students” suggested the principle. “Okay Sir. That would be fine.” “So young man, join from today itself.”
The peon took me to the class exactly opposite to principle office where that pretty girl was sitting. “Good Morning Class. I am your new English Professor, Rishi” I introduced myself to the class with a smile. “So class one by one get up and introduce yourself and we would start from the back because before I get bore I want to know the awesome names of the continuously talking backbenchers”. The class giggled on my sarcasm. After a long session of introduction came turn of the pretty girl with sunglasses. “Hello, I am Riya Sen”. “So, Ms. Riya why are you wearing sunglasses in the classroom?” I asked her curiously. “Sir, sore eyes” said the girl sitting beside her. After a long lecture on literature, I ended. College was going good. I conducted lectures almost regularly. They were certainly good days for me. But what attracted me the most was Riya Sen. She was also one of the reasons I started attending lectures regularly. That may not be good for me to get attracted to a student. But the efforts to ignore her didn't work out. The more I tried to ignore her, the more I got attracted. Even in my dreams her pretty face with sunglasses flashed.
Few weeks passed and during one of my rounds in the college premises I happened to see Riya without her sunglasses talking to her only friend who happened to be with her at all times. Her light brown deep eyes were enough to make me fall for her. I kept staring at her for some time. Her smile bordered by her pink lips and her voice which I heard secretly were pulling me closer to her. The innocence in her talks should have melted many hearts up till now. I started making excuses of lectures, books or some studies related thing to talk to her.
Five months passed and came the 1st semesters. Unfortunately, due to flu I was not able to supervise any of the class and had to go on sick leave. I prayed for my first batch and especially Riya. After exams the papers arrived for checking. Since students had not got their permanent roll numbers so they had written their temporary roll numbers along with their name. After checking a bundle of papers came a beautifully written paper of Riya Sen. Her handwriting was as beautiful as she was. She had answered every question properly. Her knowledge about poets and writers was very precise. She had properly reflected social issues through her writing. It was a very good time checking her paper. I was certainly attracted to her even more. Even though if I had not known her, her paper would have attracted me. Every line of her answer had meanings. Grammar and overall writing skills were amazing. The best article she wrote was on 'Women and Rape' as if she had lived every word of it. Finally, result day came. The D-day of every student's life. Results were given to all the students. We professors had to speak upon progress of the students. And then came my turn. "Students, you all have written your papers very well. I also got to know that you all are very sensible to current issues and have written it in your papers properly. But I would like to praise one student whose paper checking was a visual treat. Beautiful handwriting, very well written answers, and detailed description through article writing. I was simply astonished while checking her paper. Yes, it was Riya Sen's paper. Well done Riya. Keep it up. All the best!" I said to class. There was a loud applaud. Riya's oceanic eyes flooded with tears.
My love for Riya was increasing day by day. I wanted to confess her. But I didn't feel it appropriate. I wanted to tell her how much she attracted me as a person. I felt her heart pure and could see some fear of exposure in her eyes. She was a shy girl. Usually silent and scared. I wanted her to be happy. I was craving to see her beautiful smile. I didn't even know how she would react to my feelings. Before proposing to her I wanted to be her friend. But whenever I approached her she ignored me. She never confidently met her eyes with me. She was never alone. She was always accompanied by Nidhi.
One fine day I spotted her alone in her classroom. I entered the classroom. "Hello Riya, how come you are alone today? Where is Nidhi?" I questioned. "She is not well today, Sir" she replied. "So why are you not going out to eat something? It’s your break time" I advised. "I am fine here, Sir" she said softly. "Riya, if you don't mind can we talk?" I asked trying to start conversation. "Yes, Sir" she said hesitantly. "It’s okay if you feel uncomfortable." I consoled. "No, Sir. I am okay" she said "Sir, actually I wanted to thank you. The result day you praised me and I didn't even thank you for that. So, Thanks a lot Sir." she said with her head bowed and with a little confidence. "You deserved it Riya. I seriously liked checking your paper. Anyone would have liked. And your handwriting is really beautiful" I said trying to make her confident. "Sir, actually that praise was very new for me. I was surprised when you praised me and so was speechless at that moment. So thank you!" She said with pleasant voice. Throughout the conversation her head was bowed as if she was avoiding eye contact. Usually she use to have an eye contact, but that day she didn't. Sensing that she was not comfortable I stopped our conversation.
Our college had organized a one day programmer on poets and their poems. I had the responsibility to make charts of small poems and so I chose Riya because of her beautiful handwriting. Since she had good knowledge about poets and poems she would have also helped me in the chart preparation. I conveyed the message of calling Riya to the Language Lab through peon. Since I had to meet the principle I left the lab. When I returned, I saw Riya and Nidhi sitting in the Lab. I asked Nidhi to leave because I had no work with her and it would waste her time. I even wanted to spend some time with Riya. I sat on my chair and made Riya comfortable by offering her water. "So Riya, can you please help me with this chart making. I know you have a very beautiful handwriting and that’s what the presentation need. So please contribute in this" I said her. I passed on papers and colorful pens to her and gave her instructions. "So start Miss Sen!" I ordered. She didn't. “Riya you need not shy or be afraid. So please start. We have very less time." I explained to her. She started shivering. Pen fell off her hand. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She came closer and with guilt she said “Sir, actually I am sorry for lying about my sore eyes. Actually...” spread a weird silence in the classroom. “Yes Riya, continue” I said. “Sir, actually I...I...” she continued. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Those watery deep eyes were enough to make me fall for her. “Don't cry. Tell me” I concerned. “Sir, Actually I can't see. I am blind” said Riya with a heavy tone. My heart sank. I felt as if there was no land beneath me. I felt losing control. This terrible shock kept me numb for a while. It felt sad, guilty and even more shocked. She kept crying. I collected some courage from the almighty. “Then why did you lie that day about your sore eyes?” I asked her in a low tone. “Sir, I have told about my blindness to my friend Nidhi the one who lied of me having sore eyes” she said in a sad tone. "So is this the reason that day you avoided eye contact with me in the classroom and didn't go out for break?" I asked her as if I wanted answers to my heart break. She bowed in shame. “Sir, the students from my previous college used to tease me and have bullied me many a times. Taking advantage of my blindness they have even...” she cried harder “molested me.” she dropped herself in grief. These lines of her kept me speechless and blank. No thought struck me at that point of time. "And what about your handwriting?" I asked her curiously. "I get help from a girl to write my paper. I narrate the answers to her and the she writes it." she said with guilt. That day went totally depressed for both of us. That night was one of the worst nights for me. I kept thinking about her the whole night. I cried hard for her misery and my heart break. I applied for 3 days leave. I was not able to bear the pain. Every time I thought about her brought tears. She had suffered a lot and I was no one to judge her. She was still beautiful. The innocence and beauty of her heart reflected on her face. I still loved her the same as before or even more. Initially she attracted me by her looks but now she attracted me through her clean heart.
The next day when I rejoined college I found her in the Lab. She felt my arrival and stood up taking the support of the table. "Sir, I am sorry. I know you couldn't digest the fact. But I couldn't help it. I didn't lie willingly. I had to. The last experiences forced me to lie to you all." she said in a convincing manner. She cried while talking. “Its okay Riya. Don't think about it much." I said moving closer to her "Riya I know we share the relation of a teacher and a student. But can we be friends? I am asking you genuinely. Don't get me wrong. I just want to help you and bring you out of your pain. I am seriously speaking this." I said it with a lot of courage. There was silent all over again. She thought for some time and then accept my friend request. In this world of social networking sites, accepting someone’s friend request is just a matter of one accept button. But today I felt as if on my life's site someone had thoughtfully accepted my friendship request.
We started meeting often. In language lab, parks and libraries. Our friendship grew stronger. We use to talk for hours. We shared our good and bad experiences with each other. Sometimes even Nidhi would accompany us. Not only casual talks, we debated on current social issues and also studied. Nidhi was her true friend. She use to come to drop and pick her whenever we met. Many a times we three went for music concerts. Arjit Singh was our favorite. Riya proudly completed her graduation.
I planned to propose her. Below this friendship we found love for each other. I called her at Bandstand that evening. As usual Nidhi dropped her. "Riya, today I have called you here for a special reason. Its been one and a half year we have been friends. And I think today it’s the day I should confess to you something" I said. "Yes Rishi, continue" she said with a warm smile. "To be very frank, I was attracted to you from the day I saw you for the first time in class. Gradually I started liking you. Even I didn't come to know when this liking took a genuine curve of love. The day I got to know about your blindness I thought I wouldn't be able to love you again. I felt my heart broken. But nothing could stop me thinking about you. So I made you my friend so that we build a pure friendship between us. Gradually this friendship turned into true selfless love. Initially I loved your body but now I love your heart. We won't make a great couple for the world but certainly we would be best couple for ourselves. Riya I LOVE YOU!” My words brought tears to both of our eyes. She couldn't believe what had happened and hugged me in approval of my proposal. I kissed her forehead and she blushed like a bride.
And today we have completed 5 years of our marriage. Now Riya can see the colorful world through our eyes. We are blessed with a baby girl prettier than Riya....