Hello, everyone. Since I am writing for the first time, I think it will be better to start from the beginning.
I am Ankit, a twenty-four-year-old male from New Delhi, the capital of India. A shy guy with lots of friends and yet lonely … until now. I have seen twenty-four Valentine’s Days come and go and always prayed silently that please God don’t let the next one be a lonely one for me, ever since it dawned upon me that love is some special feeling only a few lucky ones get to show on Valentine’s Day.
It’s not that I have never been approached by opposite side but I have never been interested. Primarily because of a broken heart. Broken not because someone broke it but I couldn’t muster enough courage to tell her how I feel. Instead I cried for three straight days when news reached me that she was going on with my best friend.
Now all this may sound weird but it’s actually not for me. After all, I had that very idea of an ideal love where the girl is an angel sent from heaven above instilled in me from reading all the fairy tales. This was a big jolt to me, life’s way of waking me up to the real world.
Seven long years—I brooded still not coming up to the terms that this has actually happened and it’s a reality I must live with it. I guess I was too deeply in love with her and will always be. After all, as they say “First love never dies.” In these seven years, I completed my engineering, worked for a year before joining one of the top Business Schools here in India for post graduation studies. Another two years and my parents would find me an Indian girl, get me married, and finally I would be at peace with my lonely feelings somewhere in corner of my heart. Or so I thought.
One of my batch mates kept a dinner party at his house, just some close friends and two foreign exchange students who have come to our college as a part of a three-month student exchange program. That’s where I met her for the first time. Nothing different, same me avoiding every chance of a direct conversation. Next day, all of us received friend request on a popular social networking side and after some hesitation, I accepted it.
Initially a little online chat, then SMS exchange, maybe sometime a little chat when crossed each other on campus, I never came to knew when I started liking her. She invited me for a movie on her laptop, then to the other foreign exchange student’s birthday bash. Just out of courtesy, I thought since invitations was for all other friends as well. Little did I knew that she started loving me, when, why I still don’t know. Christmas was another party, an all-night party. She never left my side in that party. Didn’t thought much of it. Around 6:00 a.m. party ended and we all started going back to our rooms in college campus. I received a call from her within five minutes urging me to come back to the party.
As soon as I reached within her grasp, she caught me in a bear hug. “Why did you leave me, Ankit? I hate you.” Not knowing what to say I kept quite. And suddenly, her hate changed to “I love you my Ankit.”
“I love you.” These words probably mean something to many people, probably nothing to many. But ask a tree in a desert how it feels when it receives water after a long dry spell and you will understand the feelings I was trying to control in me. Her words and her hug, I was in heaven … pure bliss. Seven years of pain and loneliness just melted away in a second by the her sweet voice.
I reached and grabbed her in hug again. I don’t want to let you go. I don’t even want this moment to pass. I want the time to stop at this moment. I want to hold you in my arms for eternity.
I want to write more at this moment but I am re living that moment and I am feeling lonely. I will write more probably in twenty-four hours. Because I am happy and writing about my happiness and I want to share it with everyone. For in twenty-four years I am feeling love.
This Valentine’s, I will not be a lonely heart. Because this Valentine, God has answered my prayer.