I Love You Anil

Love cradles in our heart, glows in our eyes and again gets graved in our hearts. The ultimate fate of love. Being a girl of standard twelve, I am on Catch-22. On one side of mine is the hovering ocean of board examination and on the other side, I have still not seen glowing eyes from my love. I don't know whether it is one sided or both sided. But he is my love and I will love him forever. ‘ Preeti Sinha loves Anil Sen.’ Out of these words my love is failing completely to touch the hands of reality. I have tried repeatedly to make him believe that he has already made his address in my heart. But all goes in vain. So I am still in hope. I believe strongly that one day he will surely believe in my love for him. I am still waiting for that. 

    I am from Arts section and he from Commerce. He has been aiming for a successful businessman of our country. I still peeps him through the window and he as usual use to sit on the desk just beside the window. The moderate school uniform fails to reduce the attraction I always use to feel towards him. His class is on the ground floor and mine on the second floor. So by making excuses for toilet I use to come near his class to perceive him. But now I don’t require that much. Why should I? I love him madly. My love demands frequent arrival in front of my love. 

You know I have seen few days ago that a girl proposed to him . Yes, it is true that the looks of that girl are extremely ethereal and I am a pinpoint near her in looks. But does true love criteria looks as it’s evolution? Never. I love Anil so much. I love him a lot. Although he has not replied positive to her but I still fear losing him from my sight. This is the last year we will be having each other in this school. I am unaware of the future on my palm. I really fear that. 

Life always hurts us by donating painful futures. I have a bad handwriting and a poor sense of words. I am incapable of writing him letters to drop down my whole heart in front of him. 

I have seen that in his geometry box there was a letter from a girl. I was shocked to see that as it headed with the words ' I Love You Anil.’. I don’t know whether it was the first letter or the continuation to him. 

I hope that one day he will feel me through my eyes. I know love cannot be seen through eyes as it can be felt only via the words of our hearts. So I want to be for him. But look he has no sense of care for me. This is our last year in this school but he has not turned towards me once to say just ' Take Care Preeti.’ 

This upsets my heart. My heart bleeds by the view of his avoidance over me. My heart cries out loud by seeing that his eyes are not able to see me at all. No one comes near to dry my tears. Only me. I repeatedly stand in front of his class but he never tries to promote even a glimpse on me. Though the reason we know better. 

That night our eyes can never forget. That lane we were passing together holding our hands tightly turned out our petrichor destiny into dark debris. Two men took me away dragging me hard and gave a acute blow on his head sharply. My eyes had seen that his whole body got melted down unconsciously on the bare road. I was dragged forcefully up onto a truck. Believe me after that my five senses could not sense any feelings from around me. Only a shearing pain was slowly pushing me hard off from the plane of life. 

Deafness was capturing me slowly, donating a fierce pain in my whole body bit by bit. My whole body was getting torn by their greedy hands. You won’t believe that not even a fragment of mercy was visible in their hands. I saw furious animals on their faces. Then the night exploded on me and now I am bounded within the boundaries of our school. Reason? This is the first place God deployed my only love deep in my heart. How can I go away from that place and moreover from my love? I am still in hope that one day my words will finally feel the escape from my lifeless lips into his ears. I still love him a lot from my dead but beating heart. 

Till that my letter is with him kept safely in his geometry box. 

‘ I Love You Anil.’