Tuesday, September 16, 2008

A Never-ending Experience

- by Ayesha Parveen 13 Sep 2008
Category: Lifestyle.
This story has been read 64 times.
Anjali’s little world revolved around Madhav. A quiet girl, she waited for the weekend to come, as on Saturdays and Sundays she would go for painting lessons and Madhav would be there, in the Art-school.

From the outside, the two were exact opposites. Anjali was dark-complexioned with long, thick, wavy black hair and dark eyes; Madhav had light-skin, crew-cut dark brown hair and eyes which Anjali described as ‘honey-brown’.

Madhav, a natural extrovert, would talk to Anjali whenever he saw her there. She happily responded, but would always feel shy to start a conversation with him. This, however, did not stop her from praising him to her other friends. Even at home, Madhav’s name prevailed on Anjali’s lips and her mother was pleasantly surprised to see her daughter’s personality blossom with an inner glow.

For Anjali, Madhav’s words were the source of all inspiration. When he admired one of her paintings very much, she felt a real sense of achievement, regardless of what the teacher thought about the work. If at home, her parents appreciated her cooking or her getting good grades in school, she felt her joy was incomplete as Madhav could not be a part of it. Her friends laughed at her when one day she told them that while singing devotional songs, in her mind, she would often see Madhav’s face.

Life invariably changes.

One day Anjali had to go out of town for two weeks to attend a cousin’s wedding. When she returned, Madhav had gone. Her friends informed Anjali that Madhav’s father had been transferred to another city as he got promoted in his job and the family had to move in a hurry. Apparently, before leaving, Madhav had tried to contact Anjali. Heart-broken, she tried his email address but the mails she sent him kept bouncing back.

Over the months, Anjali reconciled herself with her loss, but the ache remained, all the more so, because she had not told Madhav she loved him.

As the months turned to years, the acute pain of losing Madhav was gradually transformed into a quiet, almost serene acceptance. She felt grateful for having got the chance to know Madhav and knew no matter what, Madhav would always be with her, somewhere deep within her soul. No circumstance could snatch him away from her any more.

Above the body is the mind; above the mind is the soul. When love comes from the level of the soul, it is a never-ending experience.


( This post has been written for Manoj. Wherever he is, may God keep him happy and may he be successful in life. )


Ayesha Parveen said...

MSN readers' comments:

lakshmi - chennai on 9/13/2008 5:34:15 PM
Beautifully written Ayesha................the ending quote would remain in every reader's minds now.

KPartha - Chennai on 9/13/2008 3:30:57 PM
A touching story written very nicely.I was impressed with the last line that"when love comes from the level of soul,it is a never ending experience"Keep writing a lot

sunny - hyderabad on 9/13/2008 12:50:53 PM
this is a simplicity story written of true life as we all tend to fall in love silently not able to express because we have the insecurity feeling of loosing the proposal given. Ayesha your writing the story is good when reading it give one to be pa rt of the story as many have gone through the same. its a wonderful one as it conveys onething express when u can. nice writing

Dr madhvi - delhi on 9/13/2008 3:26:09 PM
nice story ayesha..

sharmishtha - kolkata on 9/13/2008 1:22:53 PM
lovely story.

Rajesh - Hyderabad on 9/14/2008 2:14:52 PM
How do you do this all the time Ayesha? It is either a soul that has clambered rocks, seen the avalanches of snow and faced the volcanic eruptions in the gradient of life or it must be a blessed soul philosophizing on life!! Either ways you do touch hearts in this otherwise times of terrorism and crime all around and keep writing.

nabadipa said...

You have captured the pain and joy of first-love beautifully. In this case, however, you have also shown something beyond pain and ordinary happiness or the excitement of falling in love. After reading this, I could feel the immense sustaining power of true love.

Ayesha Parveen said...


Thank you so much for reading this post carefully and for leaving behind your encouraging comment.
Many experiences happen which people call love; however, the sure sign of TRUE love is that it stays unaffected by difficult circumstances.

I think you will agree with what Shakespeare has said in his famous Sonnet 116:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose Worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. [1]

–William Shakespeare

Best wishes,

Ayesha Parveen said...

MSN Readers:

You have always seen the good in my writing.Thank you ever so much.

Thank you for reading and commenting on my post.

Your comment is one of the best compliments I have received. Thank you so much.