The Lost Spring

I still remember when I visited my grandmother's place ten years ago. The green pathways, soft green new leaves and a bunch of buds on Laburnum tree in the month of April, attracted me a lot as if they wanted me to write something about their beauty. Every day I used to go to our farm and while crossing from there I used to spend at least ten minutes under the Laburnum tree. I could feel that something was there which I could not understand. It continued for many days till one day when I saw a beautiful girl with long black hair, big catchy eyes, full of youth talking to a boy of average height, wheatish colored, stout and gentle and seemed polite too. I was surprised to see them I had never seen them earlier. I spent two months at my granny’s place. I took interest and found the identity of the couple I saw under the laburnum tree. Both belonged to a different community of Haryana, hence they had to meet far away from their place. Both were studying in the same college. Slowly the distance shortened between the two and they became friends. Both used to respect each other’s ideology. This identical ideology brought both of them together. They looked inseparable. The girl always wanted her lover to be in politics and become M L A. That was the reason she used to address him as MLA G. No one could understand the meaning of M L A G. That became a code word. The boy always respected the sanctity of the girl. Time was passing happily but there was something else written in their fate. It is said Man proposes and God disposes of. The boy proposed the girl for marriage though he belonged to some other caste. The girl’s parents agreed but the boy’s mother was completely against this.

One day the boy’s elder brother got married and one of the relatives of his sister in law also came at home. The members of his family decided to engage the boy with that girl (relative) as the boy’s mother was sick. The boy reluctantly resigned and got married. That was the beginning of his disaster. He went to village K to talk about the whole matter with the girl’s brothers but was shocked to hear that the girl got married to someone and left for Canada forever. The contact over WhatsApp and Facebook came to an end. The boy could not hide the feelings for her. He started to work to keep away from his aloofness but all went in vain. He went under depression. There was no one with whom he could share his feelings or thought. So after working for two years, he tried to make arrangements to work in America to keep himself away from his past. His elder brother helped him to work in New York. But here also the last message sent by his beloved before leaving for Canada was still haunting him throughout and made his life miserable. He kept on thinking as to what was her problem that made her take this bold step of marrying another man. He kept on reading the message,” You are my best friend and I can’t forget you ever. I want to see you as MLAG.” What God has written in their fate, no one knew. Again God cleared his path for searching for his lost spring as he had no clue as to where she lived. I do hope that he gets success for his own contentment through both of them were lost on diverged roads of life. I still visit my granny’s place and spend some time under my Laburnum Tree that still whispers about their laughter and talks about their springtime but the sadness prevails there. It seems quite weird but it is true that only those could still hear the laughter who have gone through this agony and pain.