Aryan was heading towards school in early winter morning. He was paddling his bicycle, shearing through cold winter air in the direction of his school gate. Sun was still behind the bars and fog was infused in the air. Backpacks were loaded on pupils’ back. They were walking on the pavement passing by the school ground. Bell rang and pupils were running towards the main school building and Aryan was yet to enter into the school gate. Soon after He slightly bent forward at waist, lifted his buttocks slightly up from the bicycle seat, clutched the bicycle handle tightly and paddled vigorously towards bicycle stand. Suddenly atmosphere changed in middle of the way. He had just passed by the group of girls walking on the ground. Pukar was walking with the same bunch of girls. Few strands of hair were splashed on her scarlet coloured cheek. Her beautiful red lips were making perfect move while she was chattering with other girls in group. Her childlike eyes were smiling before her lips and teeth were revealing it. Her properly trimmed eyebrows and lines on her forehead were expressing her amazement at their best way. While she was chuckling, everything was placing at the right places. Aryan stopped paddling bicycle, but it was still in motion and He looked back to see Pukar, Girls chuckled and Pukar blushed. Her smile was tonic for Aryan and Pukar was something different than other girls for Aryan.it was not about his hormones which were seeking growing breasts and curves.It was something coming from his heart instead of between his two legs. It was something which was happening every day with Aryan. Aryan was still ambiguous about his feelings, after all he was a boy growing into a young man.Pupils wrote their final exams and entered into the college, So Aryan too, but not Pukar. She left India and got settled in USA with his father. His father was a school teacher where Aryan and Pukar were studying.
One day Aryan was sitting in front of his computer, playing with key board, scrolling down and scrolling up his Facebook page and suddenly notification on his page blinked. When he checked it, he was dumbfounded by seeing a friend request from his teacher Ramakant, Pukar’s Father. Pukar was still preserved in his heart as a first beautiful feeling which he had never felt for anyone before. He started to talk with Ramakant everyday about how his life in USA is different than India. During his chatting with Ramakant, he doubted that someone was making him fool by chatting in the name of Ramakant. Later he got to know that it was not anyone else, but Pukar herself. She was handling a Facebook account of his father. Aryan had mixed feeling now for being so sophisticated in his chatting. He started to chat with Pukar later on. His feelings for Pukar were becoming stronger day by day and they decided to meet whenever Pukar come to India.
After Few months, while Aryan was in final year of his college, Pukar came to India and they met first time after their school. Pukar was more beautiful than she was in school. Aryan got a biggest surprise from Pukar that she proposed Aryan for marriage and Aryan accepted without any second thought. They approached their parents and they conceded in their decision. After that Pukar left to the USA and Aryan became busy with his career. They were used to chat frequently and cherishing their beautiful days. Aryan was becoming busier with his new Venture and was not able to give sufficient time to his relation with Pukar. They fought with each other first time and they didn’t talk with each other for 1 week. Conflicts were becoming more serious than they were before.They never realized when this void became a deep dark valley and they ended up by breaking up their relation. It was unbearable for both of them.later on Aryan sunk himself in more work to forget it.
One day Aryan was sitting in front of computer and scrolling his Facebook page again, suddenly he found Pukar on the list. He gathered strength to ping her, he left a message in her chat window and there was no reply for few minutes, suddenly his chat window blinked. They stared with casual talking and dropped their ego and apologized for whatever happened to their relation. Aryan approached Pukar once again to restore their relation as it was before. There was a deep silence on the screen for few seconds and his screen blinked once again. Tears emerged in his eyes and formed a pool below his eyes, he closed his eyes and tears trickled on his cheek, make their way through his stubble. They reached to his chin and dropped on the key board where his fingers were frozen. The message on the screen was “It is too late, too late. I have been engaged for last six months. I am sorry.”
