Love teaches us two things; how to rise and how to fail.

It had been almost four years since we left high school (which I still remember as the school of love) where we studied together, played together, and had so much fun together. After completion of high school, we never contacted each other. She had no cellphone and we used to put across our lovely chitchat through letters which later I came to know about those called "love letters" wherein she and I wrote what came out of the bottom of our hearts.

She was gorgeous and prettier than her fellow girls studying with her. Her eyes were killer, her chest was slaying and the way she walked was the most captivating than all of her features. My heart wanted her like a prince longing for her princess; take her away from all the people; spend the rest of his life with her; only with her. The letters I received from her were written in such a loving manner which was unbelievable and many times I asked her whether those letters were of her own writing or got written by someone else, an author-type person. She assured me hundreds of times that whatsoever was written in the letters were her own words for me and she wrote with so much love and affection which was unimaginable.

When we were near completion of our high school studies, we had promised to contact each other, but this world has always been against two lovers is inevitable. Ultimately, we were not allowed to stay in touch further and we were told that we had better forget each other which I had felt was the most difficult thing to do at that time -forgetting her.

It is also known that our society is divided into a class system where none cares for those who love each other and spend their lives satisfactorily; full of love, cooperation, and understanding. Somewhere people having high status(wealthier ones) in society do not permit their daughters to love someone who is lower than them and at other places, those having high caste (sacred castes) in society do so and destroy the life of their daughters forgetting that the religion of which follower they are directs them to ask their daughters/women of their choice in life.

Unfortunately, people have not understood the true essence of religion. Further, after four years of separation, pain, agony, long spent cold nights of winter, struggle, taunts, trials, and tribulations, I dared and tried to contact her after a long period of time having deep-seated doubts in my heart that she must have forgotten me or she might have strong resentments for me in her heart and living her life happily but when the phone rang, she attended the call forthwith. Having told her who I was, I remained calm and heard her talk. I couldn't believe what she did. She started crying. I could listen to the sound of her tears shedding out of her eyes and the way she sobbed heartily, my hands trembled and my heartbeat increased. She ended the call after telling me these words that "O my beloved, It had been a long time since we were not in touch but I felt the same which I hope you would have felt for me but now I see no way out there to come in touch and our love has been a tale of past which, I guess, you could candidly tell your children when you get married and there is no possibility we can get back to the same relation, take care of yourself and do something in life which you had always wished to do since high school for making your people feel proud". I went out of my room, lit up a cigarette, and ordered the waiter a half cup of tea along with pain inside my heart; thinking, that finally, I had nothing to do with her and shape this story into words what I'm writing today to tell people that nothing remains constant in life. So, be change, be successful in life, and make your people (friends, family, relatives, and benefactors) feel proud.

|By: Aafaque Ahmed|
The writer is a student of Law at SLC, Hyderabad. He can be reached at aafaqueahmed371@gmail.com