Pragmatic Girl

Whenever I poke the days of my college, her face, not sullen, not tensed smiles at me. Books say love is pure, love is immaculate. Many a story, many a poem write the saga of great love stories. But my love story was all simple. The girl who had speeded my heart, the girl who had given me moments, was the beauty of my branch Taslima. Before I could have discussed with my mind about her religion and caste, my heart and my eyes had unanimously decided to love her. But I was never unaware of the hullabaloo it would create when love would try to cross the boundaries of religion.

One day, in the scorching sun, I saw Taslima was going to the college library and I couldn't stop myself calling her by name, 'Taslima, wait for a minute, I have to say something if you don't mind.'

Releasing a suppressed emotion, she said, 'What happened Ram, is there anything serious?' Looking at her beautiful eyes and gorgeous face, I stopped for a moment and said, 'I love you, I love you very much, your etiquette has impressed me, your uniqueness has clasped me, and I am restless now to speak the pain of my heart.'

Musing on me, she smiled to say, 'Hey Ram, you are intelligent, you are a brilliant student having a bright future, who wouldn't want to be your love, but I am sorry, I am a Muslim girl and you are a Hindu boy, why to unnecessarily create chaos in our family for the sake of this life taking love, yes, I love you also, but we can't unite at the cost of violence and blasphemy, yes we have to retreat, we have to respect our love though, I am happy that you found love in me and that is enough for me, and also with my blink of love, you saturate yourself, don't expect anything more.'

Touching the contour of my face, she dropped a few drops of tears and left me. 

Being stranded at the sea of emotions, 

I saw a pragmatic girl, taking a decision for the sake of the family.