He was a muslim, and me a hindu Brahmin, i was taught to read the geeta and he quran. the first time, my eyes had met his we knew, cupid had made the perpetual shot. we tried denying our love, but they say, Our eyes couldn't. i would peep at him when he sat down for namaaz, white cap, white kurta, serene he seemed; unaware of everything. praying was he, but it seemed God was fulfilling my wishes. we had no desire of giving up our religion, but, that didn't mean we wouldn't have fought for our passion. Little could anybody understand that, we would have had quran and geeta together, side by side. before i end my life, and my last note; i just wanted to say that, i don't apologize for loving him he was not my choice, he was my heart' only option. it had already killed me long back to see the moves of destiny, that a love failed just cause of a small barrier: he was a muslim, and me a hindu brahmin.