I Will Wait!

No one will ever know, I fell in love with the heroine of my book. Because she was real.

'Naemat' was my blessing. The brown girl with her brown eyes was so warm and hopeful. The day I saw her I knew she would be my heroine but little did I know that I would be the hero beside her. Two things I hate about love stories,one is that the heroines becoming damsels in distress and the second is the lovers dying a tragic end. Yes, although a man, I love happy endings and I want my couples to live a happily ever after story.That day,

Naemat took the crumpled paper which I had thrown at the shore and made paper boats out of them. I could not believe she sat their for an hour and made fifty boats, well sometimes I think I could not accept that I tried fifty different scripts and was dissatisfied with all of them. Then she set them to sail and cheered as they did. I left my work for a while and stared at her, well she stared back too. This need not be a bollywood style of love at first sight but I did feel funny. Well she stood up and came to me, I was scared and before I could say anything she said, " hey, I am Naemat can I ask you for something?"

I liked the name and I smiled.

But I didn't say yes to anything yet. She took that smile for a yes and took my ink bottle and spread some ink on both her palms. Then she took my book and on the very first page she gave her handprints. Then without saying anything she went to the shore and cleansed her hands with water.

"Wait, a sec!"

"Why did she do all of this? Who allowed her? Why didn't I stop her?"

"Oh! God she touched my book, no one is allowed to do so."

"And look she is leaving, doesn't she owe me an answer?"

 "Hey! look at the apple in the sky" she said. The only two things I know about her is that her name is Naemat and she thinks the sun is like an apple in the sky. At first I wanted to say, 'Hey stupid it is the sun.' But then I found it sweet. 

That night when I started writing I began with a love story in mind and the ending line being 'happily ever after'. For three hundred and twenty days I have been going to the shore and waited for Naemat, I wanted to share with her the story and my poems about her too. I wanted to tell her that my heroine was just like her but more than that I wanted to listen to her "hey, the hero is just like you."

I wanted her to know my favourite songs, I wanted to show her the constellations. My heroine was brown and her name was Naemat. I wanted the shore girl to be my first reader and I wanted to know was apple her favourite fruit.

But eventually on the three hundredth and the twenty-first day the book was completed and like every other day she didn't come. 

Today is that day and here I am sitting alone with this poem,

Maybe the brown girl loved, apples,paper boats,shores and mornings.

While the dark-haired lad loved her dearly. 

He promises to not lose the handprints,

the kabulliwallah saved his daughters'

I will cherish my lover's,

with a hope to meet again.

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