A story of forbidden love

Do you believe in people who meet on a random afternoon and fall in love? Haha, I do. Cz well, happened to me.

I came across him on a random evening, in a luncheon. He came up to me, extended his arm and said hi and then, his ID. I remembered a msg I had received from that ID, that hurt my ego, a bit. So, in my pride, I extended the first three fingers and my thumb for a quick handshake, nodded and walked away. This in turn hurt his ego and he took a vow to never speak to me.

If you know me, you know Pride and Prejudice has been one of my favorite classics of all time. He (male protagonist) was too proud, and she (female protagonist) was too prejudiced. Yet how they overcame their feelings of pride and prejudice and fell in love with each other has made it one of the most iconic love stories of all time. Little did I know that lady destiny had something similar in store for me too.

Me and him.. we started off on a wrong foot and we both felt like we needed to address the elephant in the room. After that, what started was a beautiful friendship and maybe more. Maybe we found soulmates in each other, who knows.

People who’ve been lucky enough to find their soulmate in someone would all tell you one thing – soulmates are so much more than just your lover. They are the anchor to your life.

Imagine falling in love with someone who knows parts of you that no one else does, someone who makes fun of your accent (oh btw, I never called anyone bhaaayaa 😤) and giggles like a little girl around you, who laughs at your jokes and cracks even lamer jokes..

Imagine falling for someone who loves you with all your quirks, someone with whom you can crack 💩 jokes on one side and feel incredibly drawn and attracted to them on the other..

Someone who ‘doesn’t’ drink beetroot juice and watch matches (inside joke), someone who pulls your leg saying you can only make Maggi, but also adoringly say that every house should’ve a girl when you say you made roti.. someone who wears a hoody which doesn’t have a hood (now infamously known as hoodless hoody).. someone who opened up and let himself be truly vulnerable around you, despite having his own reservations.. someone around whom you could let down all your reservations and be truly yourself..

Also, someone jisko brooch dekh ke phatti hai kiyuki unhe lagta ki wo nipple piercing jewelry hai, jiske ek smile ke liye sau bar apni jaan qurbaan karne ka mann karta hai (hey, I never said I’m not cheesy).. someone who is also your untold story, your forbidden love..

Black and white. Good and bad. Right and wrong.

You were taught to see things in two extremes until you met that person, that person was out of the ordinary, atypical, fresh, textbook definition of different.

We both weren’t exactly like peanut butter and jelly, instead we are like the super early Sunday morning meditation and Monday night’s roller coaster ride at a carnival. We’re like hip hop vs Tagore songs, maakai di roti and sarso di saag vs Pan-Asian cuisine, science and culture nerd vs a sports nut, calm vs chaos. We’re like yin and yang, two sides of the same coin: closely related yet different, an oxymoron, if you will.

Yet i feel so drawn to him, to YOU. You’re like the midnight calls that never end, the thoughts in my mind that make me smile even when I’m walking alone, the movie that pulls me deep into thought.. the reason I lived and survived my trek. Yet, this was not supposed to happen..

My heart has fallen in love with you recklessly, my mind should’ve understood the risks. We are meant to be lovers, yet as lovers we’re terrible. We’re right for each other, but our timing isn’t right, not just yet. Can we start over again, this time I promise to try to not fall in love with you. Maybe in vain.. it’s impossible, but maybe..

I will forever miss your “tusse ja rahe ho, tusse na jao”. I get paralyzed when you say that and feel like running to you for a hug. I’ll miss your “Aawww.. ithe aaa.. 🤗”, that makes me wanna crawl into a little ball in your arms.

You always say, this could’ve been a beautiful story, but we’ll never find out what happens. I wish we could grow old together, I could bake you cookies and sit with you under the same sun.. I wish I could look at you and tell myself that I’m the luckiest person ever.

Yes, we didn’t get to do all those, but ours is a different story. It’s like we traveled in a bus overnight, through the remote villages of Madhya Pradesh and marveled at the clear sky and the stars when the bus took a stop in the middle of the night. That night we felt something for each other. And then next morning when destination arrived, we both took our own path. We didn’t even exchange numbers so that we can remember the night at it was, beautiful.

I know years later, we’ll meet again. A lot would’ve changed, you, me, our lives and everything else, but I know I’ll always honestly, truly and completely, love you.